Packed (feat. Tony Yayo, krook rock & Gama) - Mike G

We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And there ain't that much room for all us Limited space, the game like a tour bus I won't break, I just take, take and take Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities Ain't my forte makin' pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me Stop schemin' on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy Niggaz leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em The AK'll do 'em, like nobody doin' 'em Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt I'm in that two-door Range Stormer My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred Ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect is a Cuban named Flaco With my aim, you a human taco Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our sales My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low 'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk One, two, three hundred shots Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block Old people, the pets and the kids Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck about P If they could kill me, believe me, they would That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good When them street, lights, come on nigga You best, have, your gun on nigga 'Cause tonight we ride and you die As soon as I walk up, or drive-by We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

Oh! Please don't play with the animal (Tony Yayo) The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York (Here we go now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I wake up, stare at the ceilin, I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws It's a habit I'm always prepared for war See my life's like some shit you seen in a flick Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick When I was gettin out the game I said one more flick Test my aim in the range I'm like one more clip It's my brain I'm insane I be on some shit Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryin to annoy me He's nothin but another disgruntled employee Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit But he keep runnin his yap like I'm a take all that One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back See the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long And the kick on the four four's is extremely strong With a lil' trey deuce it's like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop And them verses he be kickin, none of 'em hot Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin he got And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin he did And I ain't got, time to be talkin bout this shit, fuckin faggot!!!! I gets busy lil' nigga, I run New York Yeah I live in C.T. lil' nigga, but I run New York I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York And I stay gettin cheese lil' nigga, cause I run New York Yayo tell 'em I run New York My money longer than yours, nigga call your recruits The LOX made more money, in them damn shiny suits The game about sales, drugs and rappin Jada fuck your punch lines, my shirt went platinum Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin out classics A hundred shots a hundred clips y'all ready to die Fat Joe ain't a gangsta he scared to fly Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump I'll have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that Homie shoot up my whip all you leave is a scratch Yo I flip cocaine in your project lobby And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole click got dough my hoes on the fly home G4's, we fly on leers And my rocks lookin like, flashlights in my ears nigga When I'm in D.C. lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York When I'm in V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York Yayo tell 'em I run New York Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!! If I catch him I'll bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!! Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me what's goin on? You want me to service him for real cause I'll service him! I'll murder!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey get Puffy on the phone!!!! Tell him I said, tell that nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin publishing!!!! Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! nigga still ain't recoup!!! Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!! Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets! Now niggas know you ain't shit!!!! Damn! I see your monkey ass in the paper, cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed You better give them back! you dirty nigga Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours! Ha ha ha!!! We could've kept it a secret nigga These niggas I'm supossed to beef with!? Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, you've been set up! Ha ha ha!!! That's what he 'gon say they set me up man I ain't know the nigga was gonna do that Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!