I Gotcha'

(Intro)

I gotcha!

Uh-huh, huh! You thought I didn't see ya now didn't ya? Uh

Uh-huh, huh! You tried to sneak by me now didn't ya? Hehehe

Uh-huh, huh! Now gimme what'cha promised me

GIVE IT HERE, C'MON!

(Canibus)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh, you know it's all terrific

Know it's... yo

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I just wanna see you pump yo' fists

I don't wanna hear y'all talk no ****

I just wanna get on stage and show the gift

Show the gift...

(Chorus One)

I'm the type of ***** that'll click-click ride wit'cha

The type of ***** that'll smoke that lah wit'cha

The type of ***** that'll bust that nine at'cha

Spit that line at'cha, hit that fi-i-yah

(Canibus)

Yo, what up god? No luck? Aww

You can't sell crack on the block no more

'Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked

Dogs bark. Oh ****! Narcs!

I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark

Or go running for a jog while I spit in the park

My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp

Give you sharp pains through your brain if you slang-box

Me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked

Get the same **** your man with the broken hand got

I bang glock, I've been hot

**** bang Mi Ling from Bangkok for ten baht

My broad with the fat ass can sit up front

Your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk

I'm gonna **** ‘til I break off chunks

Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt

Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day

Still change my voice-box oil every 3k

Step to the stage, throw a sign to the Deejay

Everybody screaming out, “Do what the **** say!”

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two)

The type of ***** that'll set up shop wit'cha

The type of ***** that'll pace the block wit'cha

The type of ***** that'll pass the block to ya

Stash the rock for ya, ***** I gotcha

(DMP)

(This is!) The ghetto-ass **** for you baby

The hood love it, so I gotta give it to them daily

I'm on the block, like Olajuwon and Ewing

I'm a pimp *****, by the way, how ya momma doin?

Like Rakim *****, I'm a "Microphone Fiend"

The ****in "Last Dragon" like Leroy Green

That Mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen

Now you on part of the Handicapped, Olympic Team

I got a deadly disease without a vaccine

It's called {"{"}"Get the **** outta my face before I let this Eagle scream!"}

You runnin game, all I'm sayin is where your ****in team?

This that ****, somebody {"{"}??} and let the lyrics fiend

I'm livin dreams from a stroke of the pen to get the cream

You garbage, I turn the channel when you come on the screen

Flow so pure, 'cause I'm ****in with raw

Suited up, booted up, and I'm ready for war

Yo 'Bis, let's get it live, grab the tec-9, what else?

(Canibus)

The glock-nine and the double-action forty-five

bend your mental from the beginning to the end

is connected to the beginning like infinity symbols

I keep it simple, don't want to offend you

Cause *****s don't understand what they ain't into

Misunderstanding is still a form of understanding

But y'all *****s don't hear me though

(Chorus One) + (Chorus Two)

(Open/Close)