Malice - Ego lyrics

[Pusha T] Yes sir.. [Hook 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a** Cause this motherf**in' tech will get yo a** (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo a** my man [Verse 1: Malice] I got guns cause they got guns I get cash they get none So I'm sure you see where that leaves me In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all n***as and my nerves is bad!" So sad, but I won't think twice We rich, we get the best judicial advice Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in' Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in' Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in' Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in' And for what, cause you ego-trippin' If that thing jam, it's divine intervention Click! [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...) You know I can't sleep on his word Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...) All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know It...) Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...) Got it f**ed up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...) Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo a**...) Now, rap about that I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...) Some say Pusha's the coldest Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless Refuse to wake up zeroless and O-less Carry that sh** that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...) Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherf**er) [Hook] [Pharrell] Yo.. You n***as ain't f**in' wit' us.. This is the real.. You n***as ain't f**in' - wit' us.. This is the real.. You n***as ain't f**in' wit' us.. This is the real.. You n***as ain't f**in' - wit' us.. This is the real.. b**h..