Bushwick Bill - Kaos Cidity lyrics

Feat. Kaos, Kyhil [Kaos] I was kickin it with this n***a that was a dealer, but that ain't sh** n***as up in the game nowadays be tryin to play me like tricks But I can't see it, a n***a like me won't have it And bein the b**h I am a b**h like me you best believe I, grab it And get what's mine, a b**h like me gon' get my cheese So tell yo' n***a if he's creepin better look out for me Cause I be f**in wit'chall n***as, makin them give up them ducats And tell my n***a if he's trippin I got his vest so fu*k IT~! Cause everybody is a hustler in this, game Dealers deal that sh**, wise b**hes try to - stay paid It ain't no secret when them n***as say they want me jack Cause I be bawlin in the streets just like a fetus on crack And no my hustle never stops, f** naw! Cause if it did then I just MIGHT be the next to fall off But it ain't like that, a b**h that, always goin for broke And hangin with these big ballin n***as that LOVE to choke I gotta smoke on it, so where's that k**er choke? You know I'm ready to get that n***a that said he wants me broke Because they hate to see me ballin; but yet and still Them n***as and b**hes be peepin my game and wanna see me fallin [Chorus: Kyhil] + (Kaos) It ain't no way that love gon' make me fall (f** that) It ain't no way that love gon' clock my grip (f** that) It ain't no way that I'm gon' be no trick (f** that) It ain't no way that love gon' catch me slippin (Peep a b**h with straight aggravated game) (A high powered hoe, a high saditty b**h mack mo') (Peep a b**h with straight aggravated game) (A high powered hoe, a high saditty b**h mack mo') [Kaos] Pay and tell about the game is what they said they heard a n***a say While I'm calling it at my crib, with yo' shorty sippin Alize You all up in my biz, better get yo' own sh** trick And all you n***as that's focused on me better focus upon yo' grip Cause I ain't tryin to trip, just stay up in this game Just doin the best thing that I know a n***a cain't My n***a caught a case, but ballers can't be beat Versace down, now you know they want you off these streets Them ants are at my house, a n***as can't even get no, Z's And all the rumors goin around about a b**h like me Cause I'm a hustler, and hustlers gotta stay down fool So how the f** you think that you can even do what I do? Cause in this game you be out for self You get yo' ends, get yo' paper, get yo' ducats, f** it get yo' wealth Talkin about, lettin them little females take the bullet b**h you got me f**ed up, cause them the 20 years, YOU'LL be pushin Being that I know and catch a L I yells outrageous The things, that I do, to make these n***as go insane Who's to play, stealin my day phone with piece of chain These n***as still poppin sh** and ain't a damn thing changed So let me be that motherf**in G, that I must be I told you that they didn't give a f** about me Momma couldn't handle me that's why I became a bad b**h I'm street raised up, told you that in the beginning trick And get my serve on with these n***as; and if he's ballin Harder than mine you better believe that I'm gon' chase them digits Because I'm all about the paper G I'm far from broke up in this b**h, to get rich I'll even save {?} [Chorus]