Artist: Agerman f/ Keak Da Sneak Album: Success, The Best Revenge Song: Watch Me Win Typed by: boutalottathangz@yahoo.com [Chorus: Agerman] Ridin in a big body benz, Countin my ends, Hollerin revenge They wanna see me lose but watch me win I'm surrounded by the f.e.d.'s, They know about every block I been Oh shit, They tryin to do me in Reppin and rattin me out, Gon get it to the neck wit the syringe Nina ross my girlfriend, She's my only friend I pop my clip off in her as soon as I got out the pen [Verse 1: Agerman] First of all, Ain't got no time for these bustas, Smilin all in my face Niggaz like bitches be fake, From head to toe laced up wit hate Nigga, I'm a playa, Rydas, Fake niggaz be scary lies Runnin tired, Got me strapped up, And it's on to open fire You got killas, We got killas, Playin the game of cash Too many softee's tryin to cross me, But now I'm up in yo ass See, Mama raised me to be a leader, So motherfucker follow me What if all go down, We ridin deep, Whether I get you or you get me Fear no man but God, So if it's on it's on Cowards could come and get ya, But we gon get ya later on I'm about me and mine, Fuck the snitches, Fuck the bitches Keepin .9 when we ride, Cause we on a mission for riches Nigga field is laced up by realist killas and deala's Give a fuck about ya feelings cause nigga, It's strictly business Nigga what? Back up off me you softee I'm a cold piece of work like Khadafi when you bitch niggaz try to cross me [Chorus] [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] You runnin, Now you see that I'm comin before you blasted When shit drastic, I want more than just ya ass kicked I'm waitin, Under ya car, Because ya crossed me When ya come out flossy, I hope ya next ain't loss me Boom boom, Put em in the car and drove up Boom boom, Left em in the trunk wit his clothes off It's that quick, When ya pahtna outta licks, I move fast Get to dumpin the cash, And leave no evidence, Who ask? But I make ya bleed when I'm bustin Run up, Ya think I'm bluffin? Thinkin you gon get somethin in the 97 I'm bumpin Biatch, I'm throat cuttin it, Junkin it, Draggin it Thinkin my shit ain't havin it strapped wit d.e. auto magnets I ain't done taggin it, Not off in a ragnet Still click cluck baggin it Ain't stuckin my cash on a bitch, My future, Gotta be havin it This is my opportunity, I'm snatchin erythang when I grab this shit [Chorus] [Verse 3: Agerman] Uh, Relax yo mind, Look up at the barrel of my fuckin .9 Caught one to the face, Caught one to the back, Carried out in a lac for fuckin wit mine You droppin dimes, Hey, Ain't no snitches around my way Just niggaz on the block wit a bundle of rocks Wit glocks, That's cocked and ready to pop, The block is hot Ring on the spot, Cops on my block, They tryin to fade me out Feds surrounded the house, 5 seconds to come out Now tell me what the fuck I'm 'sposed to do Plus my d, Down my brew, Hit the cig, Take a ooh Fuck a boy in blue, Ooh, Thinkin of now, Headed for the back, Inside of the back do' Through the backyard, Full of pits, Fuckin wit the mind of a lunatic [I had to do her] Smooth get away from the boys in blue And you'se a fool, They gon let them boys get you Nigga, We ridin [Chorus] 2x