Ces Cru - Give It To Me Lyrics
I feel good about this boyPraise goals, paid tows even if you play it proPlayer that's the way it goes, ain't nothin' to say no moreSee it's either or feast, took a plate, only ate a rollFelt regret, hunger that I kipper save me later thoughFire burn in my belly everywhere that I would turnI was met with diversity and from that fire I emergePen I felt along the way, never made it my concernTook it as a lesson to the game and let the tires burnGassed out, gassed up, bout a pastor passed upThis to every faggot battle rapper that harassed usHard work, added up, perseverance paid offIndependent underground, grindin' no days offPlayed the boss, paid the cost, rappin' then stayed lostNow I need that prime cut, slathered in steak sauceMatter fact I'm takin' all of that, then I'll take moreLivin' in the moment what you waitin' forWhy you been actin' like some poor babies?I get it crackin' never relax and doin' my chores dailyYou got a fine wine well then my rhyme is the gourmet cheeseYou're finally a guideline, I'm in my prime you been warned take heatI got a list of accolades and I don't have to sayAnd I ain't talkin' now, I'm talkin' way back in the dayHeaded up to now for real it's still nothin' to meI'm on top that man I got that y'all ain't *****in' with me, boyHey yo what up dog, what you lookin' at?Took it from us and got pissed when we took it backYou pickin' up what I dropped they can't hold usI'm plottin' on whatever you got now hand overGive it to me, (Come on with it) give it to meGive it to me, give it to me, (It's the Ces) give it upGive it to me, (Give it up, from the front to the back)give it to meGive it to me, give it to me, give it to meAin't nothin' changed, I still arrange to pack up in the civicThe frame of mind is ain't nobody *****in' with the clinicIronically get enough, you ***** with us and get the dickThe faction back in action spinnin' riddingCome on and knowledge I commit on the pivotKillin' it, put on a show then we come in and steal itFeelin' it, we bout to go bananas, can you peel it?Cause you'll be like canvas and acrylicBut we don't know no limits, roll the credits just finishedSit home and watch a chain if they complain I change the imageHeard opportunity knockin' hopped in the *****pitJust another pissed pilot who's ready to drop shipIf death is certain, must mean the reaper is loarkin'And his cousin sleep is creepin' in while we closin' the curtainI'm working a *****ing miracle out of the situationTo knock it back out of orbit and blitz the administrationSo what they do for yo dude? I gotta be more rude then JudesThe second I enter ya lood, I'm comin' to Rubik's ya cubeThey lookin' at me like I'm food, been hurtin' to get em a mealThey wanna know steps that I took, been try get 'em a dealBehold the murderous hands onI bring the death star to any planet ya land onThe prettiest in pink, I think you stuck in that to came onWith orange mocha frappe chinos and a man pawn, *****Hey yo what up dog, what you lookin' at?Took it from us and got pissed when we took it backYou pickin' up what I dropped they can't hold usI'm plottin' on whatever you got now hand overGive it to me, give it to meGive it to me, give it to me,Give it to me, give it to meGive it to me, give it to me, give it to me
