Los ft. Royce Da 5'9" & Shanica Knowles - Don't Get In My Way Lyrics

Don't Get In My Way Lyrics by Los ft. Royce Da 5'9" & Shanica Knowles

[Intro: Newsanchor]
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

[Verse 1: Los]
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 sharing 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 and his crib took his bitch and all his purse an all his jewelry all 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 in a brand new Glock 30
It's like a dark cloud always over my town and this shit get real when the sun go down

[Hook: Shanica Knowles]
When the sky turns night and the moon shines bright and the kids gets out the way
When my wine 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

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
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 Shaday
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]
Been flexing since big body legends
Fronting like you getting it but your click 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
Ye ain't know my frequency, I frequent the war dog
Frequent the drawers off, in the shit 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 Irv Man 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 once you punch the pins on the strength of the arm
And at the same time, your elbow. Pins 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 arm
Same color as baking soda with the O bent arm

O 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 how I let it, god dammit
When the sky turns night...

[Hook]

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