DJ Kay Slay - I Never Liked Ya Ass Lyrics
f/ Fat Joe, Raekwon, Scarface[Intro: Scarface]Don't see Kay in these mutha*****in' streets dogNigga walkin' around in this mutha*****a lookin' shocked and stupid, babyWe runnin' these mutha*****in' streets for realKay Slay, holla at God damn babyKay Slay, they don't want me out hereThey don't want you out here, dogThis is mutha*****in' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York CityHolla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no mutha*****in' ice, babyWe rock this real shit, dogAnd if you think a nigga bullshittin', come ***** wit itIt's goin' down...[Scarface]Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in globesI'm the poof in the booth, *****, read it in bloodIt's Face at you, freezin' mutha*****as like a statueI got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at youThe end of your beginning, before you even get it startedYou *****ed up, now you in the presence of a heartlessNigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutterI'm a gangsta, raise your round and dope beans and hustlersBut silence is golden, and the streets don't talkDon't let sheets slide, cuz beef don't walkWe attack hoes, ***** a nigga with wack flowsI'm the last of a dying, *****, act like you don't knowI'm the reason you niggas walk around thugJust remember I'm the one made, you can get touchedSo what you gonna put a record out, you a mutha*****in' selloutSlay told me to knock your ass out[Chorus 2X: Scarface]And you was right, I never liked ya mutha*****in' assTo start with, you know it's better get your self regardlessAnd Kay, *****, you picked the right nigga to play withNow you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit[Raekwon]Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the cribBlend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton'sMills is spent, still don, still rentin'Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicksThe fifth out, don't even breathe outAnd ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all famWhat, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgueThe casket leather, the python seeks your dogFlashback, he and them Benz's lensesActin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't realHe got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighterTwist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove offIt's money on it, until them young niggas don on itDevour the snitches, you get on, you born with itMake a toast for hours, for all the money and powerThe right division, don't never let corns get it, drama[Chorus 2X][Fat Joe]Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lotI never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shockedMost feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin'Best believe when shit pop off, I'm blazin' somethin'It's the J to the Izzo, you know the restNigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the bestI've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careersNiggas never wanna listen til the toolies in the airIt's the kid that don't be givin' a *****, I hold a shit outta grudgeThe type of nigga that'll spit at the judgeNiggas gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it upCuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it upI play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the XKay Slay got the shit on lockThat's where you go to find the God bodySecond to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God...[Chorus 2X]
