Ego lyrics

by

Kelis


[Intro: Pusha T]
Yes, sir

[Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell]
Don't let your ego trick yo' ass
'Cause this motherf*ckin' TEC will get yo' ass
Yes, this semi-automatic TEC is known to jam
But if it don't, that's yo' ass, my man
Don't let your ego trick yo' ass
'Cause this motherf*ckin' TEC will get yo' ass
Yes, this semi-automatic TEC is known to jam
But if it don't, that's yo' ass, my man

[Verse 1: Malice & Pharrell]
I got guns 'cause they got guns (Uh-huh)
I get cash, they get none (Come on)
So I'm sure you see where that leaves me
In the streets with two heats, both well within my reach
I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech
When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each (Uh)
Please (Please), don't move too fast
I'm scared of y'all n*ggas and my nerves is bad"
So sad, but I won't think twice
We rich, we get the best judicial advice (The best)
Threaten my life with them words that they utterin'
Adrenaline pump, my heart start a-flutterin'
Continuous dump, that TEC gets to stutterin'
Left in the slump, mother and sister cuddlin'
And for what? 'Cause you ego-trippin'
If that thing jam, it's divine intervention, click (Come on)
[Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell]
Don't let your ego trick yo' ass
'Cause this motherf*ckin' TEC will get yo' ass
Yes, this semi-automatic TEC is known to jam
But if it don't, that's yo' ass, my man
Don't let your ego trick yo' ass
'Cause this motherf*ckin' TEC will get yo' ass
Yes, this semi-automatic TEC is known to jam
But if it don't, that's yo' ass, my man

[Verse 2: Pusha T & Pharrell]
Even if his talk cheap (Say what?), you know I can't sleep
On his word, had to show him that I heard (Let's go)
All that duct tape tie up talk put in reverse
Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know it)
Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That)
Got it f*cked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap)
Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that
I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo' ass)
Now, rap about that
I carry a human heat box to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop)
Some say Pusha's the coldest
Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless
Refuse to wake up zero-less and O-less
Carry that sh*t that blow your arm out your shoulders (Blaow!)
TECs don't come with holsters
I'm a menace, boy (Don't forget, motherf*cker)
[Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell]
Don't let your ego trick yo' ass
'Cause this motherf*ckin' TEC will get yo' ass
Yes, this semi-automatic TEC is known to jam
But if it don't, that's yo' ass, my man
Don't let your ego trick yo' ass
'Cause this motherf*ckin' TEC will get yo' ass
Yes, this semi-automatic TEC is known to jam
But if it don't, that's yo' ass, my man (Yo)

[Outro: Pharrell]
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with us
This is the real
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with us
This is the real
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with us
This is the real
You n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with us
This is the real
b*tch
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