Ego Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Yes sir 

Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass 

'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass 

Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam 

But if it don't, that's your ass my man 

Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass 

'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass 

Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam 

But if it don't, that's your ass my man 

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'm 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 utterin' 

Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flutterin' 

Continuous dump, that tech gets to stutterin' 

Left in the slump, mother and sister cuddlein' 

And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin' 

If that thing jam, it's divine intervention 

Click 

Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass 

'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass 

Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam 

But if it don't, that's your ass my man 

Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass 

'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass 

Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam 

But if it don't, that's your ass my man 

Even if it's talk cheap 

You know I can't sleep on his word 

Had to show him that I heard 

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, they talk 'bout this and that 

Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap 

Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that 

I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat", In your ass 

Now, rap about that 

I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat 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 

Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy 

Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass 

'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass 

Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam 

But if it don't, that's your ass my man 

Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass 

'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass 

Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam 

But if it don't, that's your ass my man 

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!