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I Gotcha

This song is by Canibus, features DMP and appears on the album Hip-Hop for $ale (2005).

I gotcha!
Uh-huh, huh! You thought I didn't see ya now didn't ya? Uh
Uh-huh, huh! You tried to sneak by me now didn't ya? Hehehe
Uh-huh, huh! Now gimme what'cha promised me
Give it here, c'mon!

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, you know it's all terrific
Know it's... yo

I just wanna see you pump yo' fists
I don't wanna hear y'all talk no shit
I just wanna get on stage and show the gift
Show the gift...

(Chorus One)
I'm the type of nigga that'll click-click ride wit'cha
The type of nigga that'll smoke that lah wit'cha
The type of nigga that'll bust that nine at'cha
Spit that line at'cha, hit that fi-i-yah

Yo, what up god? No luck? Aww
You can't sell crack on the block no more
'Cause I pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked
Dogs bark. Oh shit! Narcs!
I Jackie Chan up the wall and sit in the dark
Or go running for a jog while I spit in the park
My jigsaw still hard, the metaphors remain sharp
Give you sharp pains through your brain if you slang-box
Me and you in the sandbox with our hands locked
Get the same shit your man with the broken hand got
I bang glock, I've been hot
Cock bang Mi Ling from Bangkok for ten baht
My broad with the fat ass can sit up front
Your broad that look like trash can sit in the trunk
I'm gonna fuck till I break off chunks
Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt
Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day
Still change my voice-box oil every 3k
Step to the stage, throw a sign to the Deejay
Everybody screaming out, "Do what the weed say!"
(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two)
The type of nigga that'll set up shop wit'cha
The type of nigga that'll pace the block wit'cha
The type of nigga that'll pass the block to ya
Stash the rock for ya, nigga I gotcha

(This is!) The ghetto-ass shit for you baby
The hood love it, so I gotta give it to them daily
I'm on the block, like Olajuwon and Ewing
I'm a pimp bitch, by the way, how ya momma doin'?
Like Rakim Allah, I'm a "Microphone Fiend"
The fuckin' "Last Dragon" like Leroy Green
That Mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen
Now you on part of the Handicapped, Olympic Team
I got a deadly disease without a vaccine
It's called {"Get the fuck outta my face before I let this Eagle scream!"}
You runnin' game, all I'm sayin' is where your fuckin' team?
This that dope, somebody {??} and let the lyrics fiend
I'm livin' dreams from a stroke of the pen to get the cream
You garbage, I turn the channel when you come on the screen
Flow so pure, 'cause I'm fuckin' with raw
Suited up, booted up, and I'm ready for war
Yo 'Bis, let's get it live, grab the tec-9, what else?

The glock-nine and the double-action forty-five
Bend your mental from the beginning to the end
Is connected to the beginning like infinity symbols
I keep it simple, don't want to offend you
Cause niggas don't understand what they ain't into
Misunderstanding is still a form of understanding
But y'all niggas don't hear me though

(Chorus One) + (Chorus Two)


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