They're Out To Get Me (Album Version|Explicit)

They're Out To Get Me (Album Version|Explicit) - Busta Rhymes/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

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

Keep my enemies close keep my friends even closer

Muhf**kers 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 sh*t

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 f**ks 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

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 sh*t it's still kinda funny

When I ain't have a ni**a still would come

And try to take from me

Instead of cutting my losses being smart and just end sh*t

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 muhf**kers 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 f**ker betrayed me

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

I promise that they not even foreseeing

The size of the sh*t they'll be facing

I'm Aftermath now sh*t's getting worse

Now when those same "friends"

See me goin hard that sh*t be making 'em hurt

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

When I'm outta town these niggaz busy tryna f**k with my b**ch

Same niggaz spend they money 'til the sh*t'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 sh*t

That they can't pay me back for f**k all the dumb sh*t

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 sh*t get the Range

The more money niggaz get sh*t around you will change

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

F**k you the dude'll just'll justify takin his sh*t 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 sh*t'll be too soon

Sh*t is real like every wind in my breath

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