BUSTA RHYMES LYRICS - They're Out To Get Me

"They're Out To Get Me"

(feat. Mr. Porter)



[Mr. Porter]

I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz

I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz!



They told me to! [echoes]



[Chorus: Mr. Porter]

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)

They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me

And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo

That's why I never call on y'all, to be around

'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh



[Busta Rhymes]

Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur

Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer

Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em

Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket

I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit

They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick

Invested in my niggaz, took the realtor route

Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out

Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful

behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full

It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it

That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit

Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law

For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off

I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless

Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness

See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me

Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me



[Chorus]



[Busta Rhymes]

Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on

how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke

Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny

When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me

Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit

Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship

In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel

I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's

As I get more money, days get colder

I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder

So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier

Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder

Living by morals and principles mainly

Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me

But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation

I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they'll be facing

I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse

Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt



[Chorus]



[Busta Rhymes]

Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich

When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch

Same niggaz spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish

I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish

I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit

that they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit

Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off

'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross

Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range

The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change

Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed"

Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you

The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid

'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it

And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom

If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon

Shit is real like every wind in my breath

And that's on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! FLESH OF MY FLESH!



[Chorus]