album cover
They Got Me
364
Hip-Hop/Rap
They Got Me was released on June 1, 1996 by Rhino Atlantic as a part of the album The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama
album cover
Release DateJune 1, 1996
LabelRhino Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real LIve
Real LIve
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Hansford
Kevin Hansford
Songwriter
Larry Wright
Larry Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K-Def
K-Def
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Executive Producer
Brian Latture
Brian Latture
Executive Producer
Marley Marl
Marley Marl
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I represent the struggle in the worst way
I'm shakin' **** for they cream
And bangin' bitches on the first date
I got the pies in my stash
This **** hit me with some work
So now I gots to get the cash
But some **** wanna fade me out, play me out
Hit me with the toast and lay me out
They wanna see the O shiver
Fill a **** with black rhinos, body in the river
And all I had to do was hustle right
But I ain't payin' them **** no mind
'Cause yo, my shit is tight
And now it's time to make that one stop
Hit them **** with the crop
Then I bounce from the block
I'm dreamin' of the eight-body style with black leather
I stacked enough cream to flip a scheme
And get my head together
But some **** wanna cease my plans
They bust a cap in my man and put my ass in a van
They got a **** handcuffed
No question, it's mad rough
They doin' that mafioso stuff
Why am I visualizing faces of death?
They hit me with the banger
I'm leakin', I'm runnin' out of breath
I had to go and play slick
I beat them cracks for four ki's
And now they on my dick
I wanted coke, cash, hoes
All that good shit, you know how it goes
I used to live beneath the surface
The underworld all purpose
Have a **** shakin', lookin' nervous
Now I'm dreamin', driftin', thinkin'
Right before my eyes I saw my life blinkin'
Now this is serious son, it's a code red
I'm cold dead, with three bullets in my head
Now they thinkin' of a place to drop me
I'm cold fucked up, y'all **** got me
Huh, yeah, y'all **** ain't shit
Y'all ain't about shit
Yo, yo, yo, turn that shit up kid
Aight
Yo, you want me to come in right here, right?
Yeah, ****
Yo, check it out
Yo, yo, yo
Look at the icey berg slicker
Metropolis rocker
Auto pound clapper
AJ Lester, used to rock Dapper
Narcotic chef, committin' grand auto theft
School of barracudas sippin' coolers
**** flexin' bally creps
Why do you contest and take Castellano steps?
Freeze your greed, compress your clique like Indica weed
Mega speed, Bogart position like Willis Reed
Yo, okay, yo, okay, pull that shit back, man
I gotta write some new shit for this, man, word up
Yo, yo, yo, save that for the next album, man
Written by: Kevin Hansford, Larry Wright
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...