Danger Mouse - Ghetto Pop Life IILyrics

[Chorus] I've got a bullet in the clip so what ya want? I've got a lyric I can spit so what ya want? I'm giving bitches good dick so what ya want? Hey, hey, so what'cha want? My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice I'm an urban entertainer of the hot nights I don't wanna see no end because it's not right I'm just a brother who never Compromised his integrity My legacy is heavenly Bury me in the hood Never think I'm not cautious, hey I recognize what a wrong look'll cost us So inside I'm always nervous But I never look worried Come for me Gun shot flurries in a hurry Come get me And be where I perform, stay warm I'm prepared for the storm And I brought the heat with me Lord, please talk to these boys 'Fore I leave they evening spoilt Put 'em six feet up under the soil Looking at the roots of trees Better yet leave they bodies all out in the open so the flies can feed And when the 'hood get dry I supply the need Y'all fagot niggas keep it moving honey riding with me So what ya want? [Chorus] And I never politic when I be on some cool out shit Don't even run up on me talking 'bout some artist that you signed 'Cos I don't really give a fuck and I ain't really got the time I'm trying to put some money in my clothes Sean clothes, Jah clothes First, did you come with six zeros? Fuck y'all then, I'm trying to put some dubs on the road Then just slide up in the club and try to bubble some hoes Player, the harder we grind, the further we go I'm at the point I'm ready to commit a murder to blow Whatever it takes, I see the nigga holding the case Look dead in his face, hit the nigga holding the weight Make his man take me to the crib and go in the safe Jah done made the reservation so we ready to peel For real, without no hesitation Nitty bustin' the steel So what ya what? [Chorus] I'm a O.G in the flesh (true to life) Giving birth to these young seeds (new to life) East New York Bed-Stuy nigga (do or die) I was aiming for his head (it went through his eye) Pimp nigga, Goldie, Shaft (super fly) Mixed with a little cheese (from Coolie High) Mommy how you gonna move? (when it's just you and I) Pardon me a second dude (you better get in line) Confrontation time, get in line or spit a rhyme I ain't looking for no beef but I will oblige I'm kinda quiet but surprise I ain't really shy Didn't mean to shock you with the real But niggas know the deal When I'm up in punk knockers and down in Sugar Hill Call me Mr Foreverman, can't say I never ran and never will But when the shells get to flying and I don't got skill I get ghost then I bounce Come back and a nigga be ready to throw toast So what ya want? [Chorus]