Dot N Pro - Don't Get In My Way lyrics

[Intro: News Anchor] The real life Riches to Rags tale of one of Baltimore's biggest drug Kingpins One of the biggest in Baltimore, according to the DEA Trading at least 1,000 kilos of coke, tens of millions worth, right in our area Garnett Smith may have made fortunes dealing c**aine and h**n, but it cost him his freedom [Verse 1: Los] See in Baltimore City we don't really give a f**, n***as die everyday, that's way this sh** goes How the f** you think these n***as supposed to care when the cops ain't sh** and the d** coming slow? n***a need a price for this sh** on the low man. It's hit a plug hit 'em and he f** around and split n***a said, "Damn that was really your plan?" If you take my money, I can take your b**h Damn, sh** getting crazy these days (sh** getting crazy these days) What the f** is going on? Playing with another n***a change had an AK spraying at your brain Damn Man I heard they ran up in his crib they took his b**h and all his purse and all his j**elry and his motherf**ing chain He said when I catch him I'ma send these boys a message, time to teach these who*es a lesson, end the motherf**ing game Man, n***a do you dirty, got me drop topping, brand new Glock 30 It's like a dark cloud always over my town and this sh** get real when the sun go down [Hook: Shanica Knowles] When the sky turns night and the moon shines bright and the kids gets out the way When The Wire gets cold, all the boys run home and the beasts come out to play Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way It's not so bad and you wave white flags when I'm all up in your face When you cross that line, you won't be fine 'till I put you in your place Don't get in my way [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] I used to be defined by having the biggest nine Being followed by a stripper chilling with a fifth of Bombay Now I'm just a stand up n***a looking down, dealing with the digits and the pounds, don't get in my way Hollow head, bullets got a forehead on 'em looking big as Sade On my way to visit yet another project chick, she living building 5A I be there everyday, with another chick They be singing to each other "You're all I need to get by." Mary J's, John Blaze on some other sh** n***as wearing plaid shirts around their waist instead of weapons so this tec's playing checkers with them for the thug of it On your mark (mark), n***a where your heart? Couldn't knock a gla** of water off the table with a running start My hypothesis is I'm cut from a different cloth God stop, make it with a rhinoceros Y'all ballers, n***a I'm extinct, heater by the sink, y'all in hot water I'm a Molotov thrower, y'all the cop callers When it pops off it's shots falling all the smoke clears after sh** happened [Hook] [Verse 3: Los] Been flexing since big body legends Fronting like you getting it but your clique probably stressing My whip got 'em guessing, my clip got the answer If a prick got a question then your b**h probably pressing I cop, fly drops and new sneakers I've been top notch since high tops and 2 beepers Ya ain't know my frequency, I frequent the war dog Freak with the drawers off, in my jeep with the doors off I ain't chopping the top or murkin the tire Cop 'em on tour until you know I'm murkin attire Know some OG's, OT that murk the supplier Chop the whole bird up in an herb with a fire Slow down, show you how to earn that sh** Whip the wheel count and money while you turn that sh** I told a b**h, "Look, you get one turn, that's it. Just don't get no Lipstick on this Hermes sh**." I'm from the murder, where b**h n***as murk if you crispy Either you pushing work or you working with the 50 But my circle never shifting, I copped my b**hes red Birkin bags And got 'em jumping out of purple 760's Got a house in the hills but I'm as hood as it get I feel as good as I look and I look as a good as a b**h I got a stack of hundreds, that say none of you n***as rapping want it You f**ing Photoshop b**hes that look wack in public Pa**es? I'm my hood? n***a hell no Benz on the arm, you can call that an elbow Get it? I said Benz on the arm Meaning what you push depends on the strength of your arm And at the same time, your elbow bends on your arm But I'm really in a Bent, with the arm And I've got it bullet proof, so really I've got the whole bent armed Same color as baking soda with the old bent arm Old bent arm, back over the stove Whip it up one time for my n***a Marty Jones In the feds, but he used to keep the V's all chrome It's still block sh**, my n***as C's came home Probably dig the money up and cop a f**ing phantom We don't know you from the streets, you mother f**ers looking random Talking much, you finna get a n***a yee ain't never had it Stay the f** up out my way that's automatic, god dammit When the sky turns night... [Hook] [Outro] *Phone rings* You have reached the voice mailbox of: 765-552-4053 *beep*