Lames

Yea Shout out to Scram Jones!!! Clinton Sparks in the building IT'S SMASH TIME! [Verse 1] It's nothin for me to roll wit twelve fire arms The kid got more beef than Hillshire Farms But I ain't gon turn my shit into sausage I'm gonna turn my beef into some coffins Flow so sick I'm nauseous I ain't signed yet, cause labels makin me BS often I don't care, it's all they losses, the price only gon go up Nigga im gonna blow up, American Music Awards, yea I'm gon show up When I win one of them, I'm gon throw up Yup, right on whoever's in front of me Came from the P, ain't nobody in this bitch that can front on me Ain't nobody sonnin me, I'm under my own wing A.B. nigga, yea I'm runnin' my own thing Smile everytime the phone ring, cause I know it's money on the other end Not my homie lover friend Gotti bring the shovel in I'm buryin' these niggas careers To me it appears they all queer They what we call pimps, we need more squares Who wanna holla back? In fact I'm all ears [Hook] These lames (these lames) They fuckin' up the game (Niggas fuckin' up the game, said these lames fuckin' up the game) It's a shame the way that things change {Repeat} [Verse 2] Whatever you wanna know about Saigon Go to what type of thug are you w.com Been through the fire like Chaka Khan Seen all of the stop signs but to me them jokers was just octagons Couldn't tell me I was not the bomb And the nigga couldn't fight but I was quick to cock a nine Never quick to drop a dime Even though niggas dropped dimes on me bout fifty-eleven times Primetime, this is a fine time to rhyme Im feelin like a million, word to my mom Im glad all of yall niggas chasin' a dame I'll DMX the game wit no sets to claim No dog on my back wit jail bars on my arm War scars on my heart from gettin' it on Coxsackie nigga, they back me nigga They feelin my tracks in Clinton max I fuck around and go platinum off jail niggas alone What up Nap-Nap how y'all love that? [Hook]