Big Ed - My Entourage Lyrics
Nigga, and we dont give a *****If you dont give a *****Then we dont give a *****If you dont give a *****Then we dont give a *****You got a problem with usWell shoot this ***** upChorus[big ed, silk]My entourage be some souldiersFool I thought I told yaNigga we bust at the rollersAnd knock your head up off your shouldersCause you dont want to see usCause if you doGlock *****ed with ski masks niggaA bunch of killers with tattoos[silk]Ahhhh atten hutAbout face to his headNigga in chargeLabel full of killas and drug dealasConvicted thug niggas and tank doggsHow you like me now *****Got to run it with a whole gang of hard hittasYall have to check us or respect us likeMother*****in guard sentenceBetter duck when I bust youYa killed numbIm in a rush so dont touch meSayin ***** yall feel itBlowin out the past thoughBut I be playin you *****sStartin wars like castroEnemies casket close ask my foesLook knock em down like back door to the endLike Im ten foldNever go to war with us niggasUnless you can last hoeLook I stay muggin therefore I stay thugginLook ***** who you with I lose you *****You mean nothing to me like my *****in play cousinsNow we heartless sleep in the darkCause you dont want to start shitTold you Im a soldier *****I come to get you if Im mobile like I was cordlessLike a phone let it be knownIm from the land of the trigga slangersNigga bangersThats why in the morningI sign nothing with my trigga fingerSo dont test meChorus x2[big ed]Now if you see meSki mask glock *****ed17 shots hit your whole blockOh youre not when your ladies panties drop at the hotel spotLock now load tank doggs explodeSee the whites of their eyes unloadFor the automatics empty magazines, then reloadNigga what, nigga wet who them bustas be withI got a 120 round clip for situations like thisIm makin gangstas move wearin gangsta shoesMy entourage is bout it bout it makin gangstas grooveSilkk the shock whats that on your stomach(silk) thats my tru tattooWell Ill be God damned niggaCause I got that on my stomach tooNo limit soldier, military steppin***** back your weaponsGlocks, hechler kochs, sig sauers, rugers, and smith & wessonsBig ed be the captain of this army who popsMe and another killer fuse hereSo you really didnt harm meMurderous onslaught, my entourage keeps blastinNigga the only way you can see me is inside the outcomeAssassinChorus x2[mystikal]Fool if I aimin at your mother*****in head***** I aint gonna miss you but your people gonna miss yaMy heart colder than the air conditionerThey breakin and duckin and dodgin to get out the wayFrom the ***** of my pictureIt just a ridiculousIm prove it to youIf its cool, then its coolIf I say move, then you better moveI done told you we no limit soldiers we ballers we on a missionNow cant nobody hold us we outta control on you *****esThats what we remaininMaintainin, yall aint hanginFrom what we branginWe put that jock in the knock and its bangin and sanginI know what you thinkinBut before you can do you screamin dont shootThats your ass options are limitedNow whatcha gon doIf youre a *****, you gon cry like a pissy babyIf youre on your shit, get your skinny let em fry like baconIf youre scared, say youre scared (Im scared)Then know Im breakin your neck and breakin that legAs soon as I put this shit down for big edThis entourages is vicious thats my dogThats my niggas, thats my *****in cool editionChorus x2
