Tag, You're It Lyrics - Singles - Mal V Moo

Mal V: 

I'm coming for that top spot 

Nothings gonna make me stop 

So sit back and blow one real slow 

You're gonna need that to relax 

and get past the fact 

Ya times up, and i'm coming for the gold 

And i wont come slow, and i won't come soft 

i'm a muf fuckin boss 

and you finna take a loss 

You possessed too many flaws 

sorry I had to be the cause 

you can challenge but I bet you do not have the balls 

I do this on the daily, like I rise 

And i'm coming for the prize 

the glory, see it in my eyes 

looking thru all the denies 

to a throne thats mine 

and I don't got time 

to waste, gotta shine, got grind 

gotta get this money on my mind 

seeing all the dollar signs 

and its mine all mine all mine 

and its mine all mine all mine all mine 

A message to the ones in the game 

i'm coming for you lames 

and you're gonna know the name 

I don't play 

and it'll be such a shame 

to see you roll off these so called thrones you claim 

yea i'm taking aim 

and i'm taking names 

but ya egos the one that you should blame 

for the musical massacre i'm about to proclaim 

And this right here, is the shit 

bet you can't make shit harder than this 

And nigga if you started to, give it up, quit 

rookie don't mess wit a lunatic 

I gets crazy on the beat, on my hooks n shit 

Better come wit fire if you step to this 

I'm the realest chick in the bitch 

Think otherwise, then tag your it 

Demari: 

Midwest boy from the middle map 

Bone did they thing and we bringing that back 

Still in the hood get a pound for a stack 

Winter time get cold then we post in the trap 

Hustle this rap like I hustle that crack 

Dope boy dreams throw things on the Lac 

Get a lil shine they don't know how to act 

Then u gotta wonder why I carry my strap 

I don't need no friends nigga leave me alone 

Built this kingdom all on my own 

Did that shit they said I wouldn't do it 

Moved them units bitch ill prove it 

Hella swagged up rappers Jack my style 

Face paint red nose nigga you a clown 

Ask about me been putting it down 

Anybody step up then they get laid down 

Killing this shit...CSI 

I get money...niggas get by 

Yall get dressed...I get fly 

Yall get high...I get fried 

Nothing like you, need to catch up 

I'm first place yall niggaz next up 

Hoooold up wait a minute 

Let me put some real shit in it 

Alotta these dudes ain't really bout that 

Say they getting to the money but I really doubt that 

All these wanna be rappers really biting my shit 

Hating on me but they love my shit 

I run this shit, Jesse Owens 

Don't believe me bet they know it 

Get that money I ain't gotta show it 

So cold I step out and it start snowing 

GC da Biz: 

Make the most of my opportunity, everyday I'm progressing 

Cause having talent is not cool 2 me, having talent is a blessing 

These half rapping ass niggas ain't half as ill as they claim 

Nor half real as they saying, I'm sayin these niggas lame 

I'm different I'm setting standards 

Raising bars yeah I manage, 2 separate from the rest of them wrestling wit this grammar 

Body slammin these verses 

I'm hot and gotta be first, its not worth it if u ain't in it 2 win it so get 2 workin 

G.C. Da Biz stepping out that box, 

hello muthafucka check yo watch, 

my time is now, his-story in the making next 2 drop, 

under that rock u ain't heard of me, 

like Kevin Hart's pops u gon learn 2day, 

alright alright alright ima kill it, 

finger on the trigger, duck duck nigga, 

this is what it sound like when u be around people like us trust we don't bite that dust, 

hold my city down like, 

listen 2 my soundbyte YIKES!, and I don't even write that much, 

but this shit here I mastered it, 

that spot at the top I'm after it, 

Ima track star bitch and I'm fast as shit, 

catch me if u can, nigga tag your're it