Rampage - Conquer Da World Lyrics
Intro: rampageIts like that, its like that sonYea, its how we do itChorus 2x: rampage [meka][so what ya sayin son? ] Im a conquer da worldIm a conquer da world, Im a conquer da world[so what ya sayin son? ] Im a conquer da world<sample from rakim sayin make them clap to thisHeard throughout chorus>[rampage]Check it outIm sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wallSuckin on halls, singin to myself I got the ballsSkills of the ass, a future without a pastYou God damned right a hundred gs in the stashPrepare for the blood bath, niggas dont know the halfI got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gafDown to the yellow brick roadIm 22, rampage, Im bout to explodeYou could relate, I bomb ya chest like kuwaitYou dead weight, and Im about to shut down ya gatesForgive me lord, Im on the take, give me a brakeI shake and bake, and roll the money that I makeI take, I throw half of ya body up in the lakeNow its time for me to break, ***** the jakeI make the street work for meI do damage to the stage and the industryIts like that, its like thatChorus 2x*i wanna conquer da world* instead[rampage]I dont mean to brag or boastIm the live nigga movin with toastThe playas haters in the games be cuttin it closeIm layin low, in the phat red testarosAdios from coast to coastIced out, flooded watchSuade lookin like butterscotchStickin the city like ed kochI want lands and yachtsRockin clubs and hot spotsI wanna lady thats strictly gettin paid [homey]Not a great, to chill on the exotic islandStrictly drinkin lemonadeRubbin my back, rubbin my headSmellin good when she comes to bedVictoria secret, sumthin that I can sleep withPack my heat with, shes nuthin but my sidekickThe chick that I freak withIts like that sonChorus 3x[rampage]Im on the road to the riches***** *****es in the kitchenWashin my dishes, leavin they man suspiciousIm in the mansion, rightin rhymes like its a short timeI gotta shine, sippin on fine wineIm in the phat jacuzzi, parle, put away the uziIts all about the cuties, macked out like john belushiTake off that versel sweater, its gettin betterBlack and white suit, maxima, fdr coupBeen around the world, gettin lootI got future plans in the meadowlandsPushin in the phat landsSeein my mans, mad fans sittin in the standsGoin crazy, rampage, too young to fadeThe hardcore renegade21 songs until ya made, pre paidJoined by crusade, I twist ya like a corn braidI got it made, Im blowin like the world tradeChorus to fade
