paroles de chanson Ego - Clipse
(Pusha
T)
Yes
sir.
(Chorus
2X′s)
Don't
let
′cha
ego
trick
yo
ass
'Cause
this
motherfuckin'
tech
will
get
yo
ass
(Pharrell)
"Yes,
the
semi-automatic
tech
is
know
to
jam..."
But
if
it
don′t,
that′s
yo
ass
my
man
(Malice)
I
got
guns
'cause
they
got
guns
I
get
cash
they
get
none
So
I′m
sure
you
see
where
that
leaves
me
In
the
streets
with
two
heats,
both
one
within
my
reach
I
speak
slow,
let
'em
understand
my
speech
When
I
say,
"Get
low,
these
hold
ten
shots
each
Please,
don′t
move
too
fast,
I
scared
of
y'all
niggas
and
my
nerves
is
bad!"
So
sad,
but
I
won′t
think
twice
We
rich,
we
get
the
best
judicial
advice
Threaten
my
life
with
them
words
that
they
ut-ter-in'
Adrenaline
pump,
my
heart
start
to
flut-ter-in'
Continuous
dump,
that
tech
gets
to
stut-ter-in′
Left
in
the
slump,
mother
and
sister
cud-dle-in′
And
for
what,
'cause
you
ego-trippin′
If
that
thing
jam,
it's
divine
intervention
Click!
(Chorus
2X′s)
Don't
let
′cha
ego
trick
yo
ass
'Cause
this
motherfuckin'
tech
will
get
yo
ass
(Pharrell)
"Yes,
the
semi-automatic
tech
is
know
to
jam..."
But
if
it
don′t,
that′s
yo
ass
my
man
(Pusha
T)
Even
if
it's
talk
cheap
(Say
what...)
You
know
I
can′t
sleep
on
his
word
Had
to
show
him
that
I
heard
(Let's
go...)
All
that
duct-tape-tie-up
talk
put
in
reverse
Now
it′s
him
who's
in
a
bind
on
the
account
of
his
words
(Yeah,
you
know
It...)
Yeah,
they
talk
′bout
this
and
that
(That...)
Got
it
fucked
up,
like
I'm
all
'bout
rap
(Rap...)
Word
is
I′m
loaded,
they
want
a
piece
of
that
I
respond
with
four
words,
"Rat-tat-tat-tat"
(In
yo
ass...)
Now,
rap
about
that
I
carry
a
human
heat
box,
to
make
ya
heartbeat
stop
(Stop...)
Some
say
Pusha′s
the
coldest
Money
is
my
morals,
other
than
that,
I'm
soulless
Refuse
to
wake
up
zeroless
and
0-less
Carry
that
shit
that
blow
your
arm
out
your
shoulders
(Bla-oww...)
Techs
don′t
come
with
holsters,
I'm
a
menace
boy
(Don′t
forget,
motherfucker)
(Chorus
2X's)
Don′t
let
'cha
ego
trick
yo
ass
'Cause
this
motherfuckin′
tech
will
get
yo
ass
(Pharrell)
"Yes,
the
semi-automatic
tech
is
know
to
jam..."
But
if
it
don′t,
that's
yo
ass
my
man
(Pharrell)
Yo.
You
niggas
ain′t
fuckin'
wit′
us.
This
is
the
real.
You
niggas
ain't
fuckin′
- wit'
us.
This
is
the
real.
You
niggas
ain't
fuckin′
wit′
us.
This
is
the
real.
You
niggas
ain't
fuckin′
- wit'
us.
This
is
the
real.
Bitch.
1 Intro
2 Young Boy
3 Virginia
4 Grindin'
5 Cot Damn
6 Cot Damn
7 Ma, I Don't Love Her
8 FamLay Freestyle
9 Famlay Freestyle
10 When the Last Time
11 Ego
12 Comedy Central
13 Let's Talk About It
14 Gangsta Lean
15 I'm Not You
16 I'm Not You
17 Grindin' (remix)
18 Grindin' (Remix)
19 Grindin' (Selector remix)
20 Grindin' (Selector Remix)
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