Clipse – Ego

Clipse – Ego Lyrics

Artist: Clipse
Song: Ego

Yes, sir (uh)
Don’t let your ego trick your #ss
‘Cause this motherf#ckin’ TEC will get your #ss
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam

But if it don’t, that’s your ass, my man
Don’t let your ego trick your #ss
‘Cause this motherf#ckin’ TEC will get your #ss
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam

But if it don’t, that’s your ass, my man
I got guns ’cause they got guns (uh-huh)
I get cash, they get none (come on)
So I’m sure you see where that leaves me

In the streets with two heats, both well within my reach
I speak slow, let ’em understand my speech
When I say, “get low, these hold ten shots each
Please (please), don’t move too fast (uh)

I’m scared of y’all n#gg#s 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 utterin’

Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flutterin’
Continuous dump, that TEC gets to stutterin’
Left in a slump, mother and sister cuddlin’
And for what? ‘Cause you ego-trippin’

If that thing jam, it’s divine intervention, click (come on)
Don’t let your ego trick your #ss
‘Cause this motherf#ckin’ TEC will get your #ss
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam

But if it don’t, that’s your ass, my man
Don’t let your ego trick your #ss
‘Cause this motherf#ckin’ TEC will get your #ss
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam

But if it don’t, that’s your ass, my man
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#cked 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 your ass)
Now, rap about that
I carry a human heat box, to make your heartbeat stop (stop)

Some say Pusha’s the coldest
Money is my morals, other than that, I’m soulless
Refuse to wake up zero-less and O-less
Carry that sh#t that blow your arm out your shoulders (blaow)

TECs don’t come with holsters, I’m a menace, boy (don’t forget, m#th*rf#ck*r)
Don’t let your ego trick your #ss
‘Cause this motherf#ckin’ TEC will get your #ss
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam

But if it don’t, that’s your ass, my man
Don’t let your ego trick your #ss
‘Cause this motherf#ckin’ TEC will get your #ss
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam

But if it don’t, that’s your ass, my man (yo)
You n#gg#s ain’t f#ckin’ wit’ us (na-na-na-na-na)
This is the real (na-na-na-na-na-na)
You n#gg#s ain’t f#ckin’ wit’ us (na-na-na-na-na)

This is the real (na-na-na-na-na-na)
You n#gg#s ain’t f#ckin’ wit’ us (na-na-na-na-na)
This is the real (na-na-na-na-na-na)
You n#gg#s ain’t f#ckin’ wit’ us (na-na-na-na-na)

This is the real (na-na-na-na-na-na)
b#tch
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From the album:
Lord Willin’ [Explicit]
Release Year: 2002