AlterEgo

[Rick Ross]
Run wit me or run from me
If worst come to worst it's only gon' be gunplay
Feel me nigga?

I'm sittin' at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundred
Lotta talk on the street like a nigga crossin' me
Well it's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how my chain swang, tired of my face
Tellin' lies gettin' niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to the mob, deeper than the rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped
Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yea, they want a nigga dead
They envy my success
To be loved, to be loved
Oh, what a feeling hundred rounds in the drum
Niggas gettin' wacked, no sympathy for the soft niggas snitchin'
I know bitches who clippin' ya dick off
I'ma boss, champagne wit the steak, pink rosee, Jason Ace by the cake
BRISCO LINE 2
Young nigga what it do?
He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her thru
That's love, we go back to the blue house
And if she bad enough, might take her to the new house
My Maserati be the new body
Gotcha girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had that bitch sittin' ringside

[Gunplay - Chorus]
You wanna go that road? Go there
I been on this road before [Uh huh]
I know gunplay, you know gunplay [Yea]
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss
Both eyes on the tip of my finger yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron
[That Iron] But I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinkin' bout time
Ain't thinkin' bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dyin'

[Ross]
My niggas so street, my swisher so sweet
All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep?
Speculation of my deal it was over 10 mil
Blowin' herb, chauffeur, must I hold a ??????
Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill Murda Inc
I raped Slip-N-Slide, they Iranian to me
Looked Ted in the eye, its the end of the road
In a perfect Maybach, mean I'm gettin' more dough
Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross Florida line boy, I'm ya Lyor
Boobie Boy's still, Boobie Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobie Boy's killed
BRISCO LINE 2, young nigga what it do?
Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring em thru
Thats love, we go back to the blue house
And if he brought enough, I may buy me a new house

[Gunplay - Chorus]
You wanna go that road? Go there
I been on this road before [Uh huh]
I know gunplay, you know gunplay [Yea]
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss
Both eyes on the tip of my finger yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron
[That Iron] But I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinkin' bout time
Ain't thinkin' bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dyin'

[Gunplay]
Gettin' it how I'm livin' it
Damn near dyin' for every digit I get
Fuck they know bout that?
Ain't never put shit on the line
Just shit in they rhymes, I'll shoot a nigga shit in a rhyme
These internet niggas, these ain't-a-threat niggas
Never seen a laptop in the projects nigga
Just powder, cut wit Comet, fuck them cowards
Convicts ain't buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
Don't get a nigga fired up behind some fuck shit
My nigga then what then? Do that
Who that behind the curtain? I'll murk him
Wizard of Oz ass niggas hidin' behind money
Hidin' behind luxury, shootin' up all that fuck shit
It's gettin' ugly
Got Torch on the line said he got a couple nines
Told him grab 2, cool, bring em on thru

[Gunplay - Chorus]
You wanna go that road? Go there
I been on this road before [Uh huh]
I know gunplay, you know gunplay [Yea]
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss
Both eyes on the tip of my finger yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron
[That Iron] But I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinkin' bout time
Ain't thinkin' bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dyin'