If You See Me Lyrics - The Babys

Yeah, yeah, what the deal Dog? 

Where you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG 

Yeah, what the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC 

Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best 

Dogg Pound's the best 

Mic accurate, trade darts TL, slight tint DL, quick flash 

Smooth as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage 

And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the kilos 

'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting 

On warriors in the ring, get mashed out initiation face slashed out 

Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar 

Eye on me, feds spy on me, it's them cops in the choppers 

That play the roof, ready to snipe, stay bulletproof 

Ease up on the over proof, level head the liable 

And leave ya for dead, fill fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents 

No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays, I guess 

It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet behind bars and cage 

Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage 

It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin' 

See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin' 

I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange 

Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same 

Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws down for the cause 

And hoes takin' off they draws, y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half 

Everywhere I go, feel like I'm runnin' from crash, my intention 

To smash fast plex on elevators 

Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader 

I'm major now, women hit me on my pager 

While I'm puffin' on the Bombay, the Vietnam way 

Pimpin' in a calm way and rule one 

Never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay 

Now if you see me creepin' through SC 

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

If you see me in the NYC 

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Got the session on lock down, make way for the cocked pound 

Best to give it all you got now fool, for this new era, new order 

New terror, new torture, run up and extort ya, abort ya missions 

Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat 

Where the bomb at, chop up on that niggas, I been there 

And done that catch a contact by drainin', try trainin' 

Holla when you've perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming 

And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up 

Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up, no stoppin' this 

I'm most poppinest, anything to the left of monotonous 

Mister Khopadopalous, blockin' this hold ya down tech potent 

Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened 

Check it out, got games, crackle, clash of the titans 

Up against the crackin', come to fuck you up, stuck you up 

Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt, what the fuck you want? 

All at you motherfucking small fry small guy 

Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats 

Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs collapse 

And hit the corner pocket but first strip his pockets 

He shouldn't a got caught in the mixture 

See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush 

And the board and the paper and paint a picture 

You shootin' and got shot, we shoot ya, Drex Luthor 

[unverified] Then pull pens to report to zoopers? 

I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, double bags caught cash 

Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks 

Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop 

When you see me wid the DPG 

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

And if you see me in the ING 

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Yo, yo, verbal seizures, coming from the black Johnny Fever 

You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her 

We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder 

At this point you realize that you ain't really need her 

Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot 

Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it 

Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it 

Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate 

A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing 

When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing 

But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me 

They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey 

Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys, we throw things 

I got a arm like Testa Verdy, it's Drex Andretti 

The live lyrical compulsive, betta contact ya physician 

For over dosage, you lost ya focus, realize what you get? 

A little bit of good shit and a lot of bullshit now you wounded 

So you got exactly what you earned 

You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return 

When I'm in the two-five 

Just walk on by, just walk on by 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

If you see me in the NYC 

Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Before you fuck up my high 

Fuck up my high 

All I wanna say, "Fuck this niggas, man" 

Yo, first of all, after all this is over, we still all go to sleep 

And we still wake up in the morning, so give thanks to God 

'Cause he loves us for real, for real