Don't Get In My Way Lyrics - King Los

The real life Riches to Rags tale of one of Baltimore's biggest drug Kingpins 

One of the biggest in Baltimore, according to the DEA 

Trading at least 1, 000 kilos of coke, tens of millions worth, right in our area 

Garnett Smith may have made fortunes dealing cocaine and heroin, but it cost him his freedom 

See in Baltimore City we don't really give a fuck, niggas die everyday, that's way this shit goes 

How the fuck you think these niggas supposed to care when the cops ain't shit and the drugs coming slow? 

Nigga need a price for this shit on the low man. It's hit a plug hit 'em and he fuck around and split 

Nigga said, "Damn that was really your plan?" 

If you take my money, I can take your bitch 

Damn, shit getting crazy these days (shit getting crazy these days) 

What the fuck is going on? 

Playing with another nigga change had an AK spraying at your brain 

Damn 

Man I heard they ran up in his crib they took his bitch and all his purse and all his jewelry and his motherfucking chain 

He said when I catch him I'ma send these boys a message, time to teach these whores a lesson, end the motherfucking game 

Man, nigga do you dirty, got me drop topping, brand new Glock 30 

It's like a dark cloud always over my town and this shit get real when the sun go down 

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When the sky turns night and the moon shines bright and the kids gets out the way 

When The Wire gets cold, all the boys run home and the beasts come out to play 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

It's not so bad and you wave white flags when I'm all up in your face 

When you cross that line, you won't be fine 'till I put you in your place 

Don't get in my way 

I used to be defined by having the biggest nine 

Being followed by a stripper chilling with a fifth of Bombay 

Now I'm just a stand up nigga looking down, dealing with the digits and the pounds, don't get in my way 

Hollow head, bullets got a forehead on 'em looking big as Sade 

On my way to visit yet another project chick, she living building 5A 

I be there everyday, with another chick 

They be singing to each other "You're all I need to get by." 

Mary J's, John Blaze on some other shit 

Niggas wearing plaid shirts around their waist instead of weapons so this tec's playing checkers with them for the thug of it 

On your mark (mark), nigga where your heart? 

Couldn't knock a glass of water off the table with a running start 

My hypothesis is I'm cut from a different cloth 

God stop, make it with a rhinoceros 

Y'all ballers, nigga I'm extinct, heater by the sink, y'all in hot water 

I'm a Molotov thrower, y'all the cop callers 

When it pops off it's shots falling all the smoke clears after shit happened 

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When the sky turns night and the moon shines bright and the kids gets out the way 

When The Wire gets cold, all the boys run home and the beasts come out to play 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

It's not so bad and you wave white flags when I'm all up in your face 

When you cross that line, you won't be fine 'till I put you in your place 

Don't get in my way 

Been flexing since big body legends 

Fronting like you getting it but your clique probably stressing 

My whip got 'em guessing, my clip got the answer 

If a prick got a question then your bitch probably pressing 

I cop, fly drops and new sneakers 

I've been top notch since high tops and 2 beepers 

Ya ain't know my frequency, I frequent the war dog 

Freak with the drawers off, in my jeep with the doors off 

I ain't chopping the top or murkin the tire 

Cop 'em on tour until you know I'm murkin attire 

Know some OG's, OT that murk the supplier 

Chop the whole bird up in an herb with a fire 

Slow down, show you how to earn that shit 

Whip the wheel count and money while you turn that shit 

I told a bitch, "Look, you get one turn, that's it. Just don't get no 

Lipstick on this Hermes shit." 

I'm from the murder, where bitch niggas murked if you piss me 

Either you pushing work or you working with the 50 

But my circle never shifting, I copped my bitches red Birkin bags 

And got 'em jumping out of purple 760's 

Got a house in the hills but I'm as real as it get 

I feel as good as I look and I look as a good as a bitch 

I got a stack of hundreds, that say none of you niggas rapping want it 

You fucking Photoshop bitches that look wack in public 

Passes? I'm my hood? Nigga hell no 

Benz on the arm, you can call that an elbow 

Get it? I said Benz on the arm 

Meaning what you push depends on the strength of your arm 

And at the same time, your elbow bends on your arm 

But I'm really in a Bent, with the arm 

And I've got it bullet proof, so really I've got the whole bent armed 

Same color as baking soda with the old bent arm 

Old bent arm, back over the stove 

Whip it up one time for my nigga Marty Jones 

In the feds, but he used to keep the V's all chrome 

It's still block shit, my niggas C's came home 

Probably dig the money up and cop a fucking phantom 

We don't know you from the streets, you mother fuckers looking random 

Talking much, you finna get a nigga yee ain't never had it 

Stay the fuck up out my way that's automatic, god dammit 

When the sky turns night... 

When the sky turns night and the moon shines bright and the kids gets out the way 

When The Wire gets cold, all the boys run home and the beasts come out to play 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way 

It's not so bad and you wave white flags when I'm all up in your face 

When you cross that line, you won't be fine 'till I put you in your place 

Don't get in my way 

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