Lyrics They're Out To Get Me - Album Version (Edited) - Busta Rhymes , Denaun
I'm
just
playin'
wit'
y'all
niggaz
I'm
just
playin'
wit'
y'all
niggaz
I'm
just
playin'
wit'
y'all
niggaz
I'm
just
playin'
wit'
y'all
niggaz
They
see
my
name
and
Lifestyle
and
say
I
changed
They
so
cold
I
know
that
they're
out
to
get
me
And
all
those
people
I
call
my
friends,
let
it
go
That's
why
I
never
call
on
y'all
to
be
around
'Cause
you
see
how
this
money
can
change
everything
Yeah,
see
I
done
came
a
long
way
and
now
I
got
me
a
chauffeur
Keep
my
enemies
close,
keep
my
friends
even
closer
Muhfuckers
that
I
grew
around,
thought
I
could
rock
wit
'em
Watch
my
cake
so
hard,
they
burn
a
hole
in
my
pocket
I
see
'em
coming
from
afar
because
I
been
through
so
much
shit
They
plot
a
lot,
hard
or
not,
they
see
my
dough
come
quick
Invested
in
my
niggaz,
took
the
Realtor
route
Gambled
on
the
wrong
niggaz,
had
to
filter
'em
out
Type
of
dudes
that
see
my
mother
and
they
greet
her
respectful
Behind
her
back
and
see
her
son
and
try
to
give
me
a
quick
full
It's
cool
though,
I
fucks
wit'
'em
even
though
I
ain't
wit'
it
That's
why
the
gats
be
in
the
house
whenever
niggaz
come
visit
Serve
'em
drinks
and
welcome
all
to
the
law
For
let
ya
drunk
friend
to
show
his
True
side
until
ya
forced
to
cut
him
off
I
seen
it
one
too
many
times,
they
disbelieved
and
they
speechless
Sometimes
having
certain
friends
can
end
up
being
a
weakness
See
now
my
dogs
turn
to
wolves
and
try
to
front
me
and
surround
me
Come
up
out
they
sheepskin
and
act
all
different
around
me
They
see
my
name
and
lifestyle
and
say
I
changed
They
so
cold
I
know
that
they're
out
to
get
me
And
all
those
people
I
call
my
friends,
let
it
go
That's
why
I
never
call
on
y'all
to
be
around
'Cause
you
see
how
this
money
can
change
everything
Listen,
sometimes
I
smoke
a
cigarette
and
then
I
think
and
I
choke
on
How
niggaz
steal
this
funny
style
and
I
was
struggling
broke
Even
though
it
don't
surprise
me,
shit
it's
still
kinda
funny
When
I
ain't
have,
a
nigga
still
would
come
and
try
to
take
from
me
Instead
of
cutting
my
losses,
being
smart
and
just
end
shit
Niggaz
was
trying
to
be
loyal,
just
to
maintain
a
friendship
In
the
wrong
situation,
plus
there's
always
a
sequel
I'm
with
the
wrong
muhfuckers,
plus
they
'pose
to
be
people's
As
I
get
more
money,
days
get
colder
I
learned
to
realize
that
power
only
lies
in
the
hands
of
the
beholder
So
then
I
start
the
heart-on-my-heart
as
I
walk
like
a
soldier
Moving
so
militant,
you
think
I
had
a
chip
on
my
shoulder
Living
by
morals
and
principles
mainly
Having
heavy
thoughts
to
a
kill
a
Brother
every
time
a
fucker
betrayed
me
But
now
I'm
winning
with
the
strength
of
the
nation
I
promise
that
they
not
even
foreseeing
The
size
of
the
shit
they'll
be
facing
I'm
Aftermath
now,
shit's
getting
worse
Now
when
those
same
friends
See
me
goin'
hard
that
shit
be
making
'em
hurt
They
see
my
name
and
lifestyle
and
say
I
changed
They
so
cold
I
know
that
they're
out
to
get
me
And
all
those
people
I
call
my
friends,
let
it
go
That's
why
I
never
call
on
y'all
to
be
around
'Cause
you
see
how
this
money
can
change
everything
Instead
they
getting
together
with
me
so
we
both
can
get
rich
When
I'm
outta
town,
these
niggaz
busy
tryna
fuck
with
my
bitch
Same
niggaz
spend
they
money
till
the
shit'll
diminish
I
hit
'em
off
and
turn
around
and
come
right
back
when
it
finish
I
said
I'm
tired
of
these
niggaz,
that'll
owe
me
so
much
shit
That
they
can't
pay
me
back
for,
fuck
all
the
dumb
shit
Sometime
we
can't
forgive
whatever
balances
off
'Specially
when
niggaz
cross
the
line
that
niggaz
never
should
cross
Realized
and
thus
I
state
the
same
shit,
get
the
Range
The
more
money
niggaz
get,
shit
around
you
will
change
Even
though
niggaz'll
flip
and
say,
"He
the
one
changed"
Fuck
you,
the
dude'll
just'll
justify,
takin'
his
shit
from
you
The
more
money
I
get,
I
get
more
dangerous
stupid
'Cause
I
been
broke
before
and
I
refuse
to
go
back
to
it
And
while
I
sweep
these
niggaz
up
under
the
rug
with
a
broom
If
I
never
see
these
friends
again,
that
shit'll
be
too
soon
Shit
is
real
like
every
wind
in
my
breath
And
that's
on
everything
I
love,
Blood
of
my
blood,
flesh
of
my
flesh
They
see
my
name
in
Lifestyle
and
say
I
changed
They
so
cold
I
know
that
they're
out
to
get
me
And
all
those
people
I
call
my
friends,
let
it
go
That's
why
I
never
call
on
y'all
to
be
around
'Cause
you
see
how
this
money
can
change
everything
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