Here To Let Them Know by Mr. Shadow Lyrics
[Mr. Shadow talking]
Huh, yeah, lets go, its the M R dot
Shadow you muthafuckas
Yeah wise guy where you at man
Lets get this shit dawg, its too easy
Verse one: Mr. Shadow
I heard everybody's asking, whats cracking with the mistah
Still in the muthafucking picture
This could go down any way you please
Go over your options, im known to drop shit
M R dot, got em living cautious
They look when they step out the house or office
No accomplice, i accomplish what ever mission im living
The game is heartless
Of course they hating
Doing better than the next man
Counting cheese, burning goo from afghanistan
The plan is to stack my bread
So high the homies telling me im over my head
Go ahead homie
What you got for me
Me and my nina for ever in holy matrimony
So back up off me
Ill kill you softly
I stick to my own shit
Dont involve me
(chorus)
No, im not playing
You could hear me walk in and im saying
Im here to let them know
I won't take it, god forbid i loose my patience
Im here to let em know
Its the m r dot in the building
So cal west coast feel me
Im here to let them know
Keep your ear to the street and your eyes to the ceiling
Ima make another million
Im here to let them know
[verse two]
Calibrate my tounge
Im still the one
Spit tsunamis
No you can't run from the humble
No it just won't happen
Man over board
Now you dealing with the captain
Packed with action
Who can match this
Dont attract this
Im deadly as a habit
Around the atlas
Bag full of cabbage
Its so easy
I just dont understand it
I got a blue print
Im going to lay it out
But i ain't gotta prove shit
This is my house
Ride out about a quarter to noon
We come from the hood
You punks fed with the silver spoon
I got rules
Rather do it my self
Keep a 4-5 under the shelf
Protect my wealth
Elevated mind with a carbine
With a 100 round drum on the front line
(chorus x2)
[verse three]
Arrange for the pick up
Roll up in a pick up
Got the homies posted at the spot
Wrapping bricks up
Keep it chipped up
Deep in your ????
Stopping through the streets of my southern california
Here comes a ????
I murder your style
Around here we kill shit
We mixed in with the crowd
Hater
Smell the hydro
Where did wise go
Seen him walk around the lab with his eyes low
Price is low
If youre trying to cop in
Once im locked in
Nothing can stop him
Im on it everybody
Movie in the building
Listen
Better tune up your equipment
Drifted
Young brown and gifted
Still down and lifted
Cock back and spit shit
You won't forget me
Want me then come and get me
Gun on my lap makes them do a 360
(chorus x2)
Huh, yeah, lets go, its the M R dot
Shadow you muthafuckas
Yeah wise guy where you at man
Lets get this shit dawg, its too easy
Verse one: Mr. Shadow
I heard everybody's asking, whats cracking with the mistah
Still in the muthafucking picture
This could go down any way you please
Go over your options, im known to drop shit
M R dot, got em living cautious
They look when they step out the house or office
No accomplice, i accomplish what ever mission im living
The game is heartless
Of course they hating
Doing better than the next man
Counting cheese, burning goo from afghanistan
The plan is to stack my bread
So high the homies telling me im over my head
Go ahead homie
What you got for me
Me and my nina for ever in holy matrimony
So back up off me
Ill kill you softly
I stick to my own shit
Dont involve me
(chorus)
No, im not playing
You could hear me walk in and im saying
Im here to let them know
I won't take it, god forbid i loose my patience
Im here to let em know
Its the m r dot in the building
So cal west coast feel me
Im here to let them know
Keep your ear to the street and your eyes to the ceiling
Ima make another million
Im here to let them know
[verse two]
Calibrate my tounge
Im still the one
Spit tsunamis
No you can't run from the humble
No it just won't happen
Man over board
Now you dealing with the captain
Packed with action
Who can match this
Dont attract this
Im deadly as a habit
Around the atlas
Bag full of cabbage
Its so easy
I just dont understand it
I got a blue print
Im going to lay it out
But i ain't gotta prove shit
This is my house
Ride out about a quarter to noon
We come from the hood
You punks fed with the silver spoon
I got rules
Rather do it my self
Keep a 4-5 under the shelf
Protect my wealth
Elevated mind with a carbine
With a 100 round drum on the front line
(chorus x2)
[verse three]
Arrange for the pick up
Roll up in a pick up
Got the homies posted at the spot
Wrapping bricks up
Keep it chipped up
Deep in your ????
Stopping through the streets of my southern california
Here comes a ????
I murder your style
Around here we kill shit
We mixed in with the crowd
Hater
Smell the hydro
Where did wise go
Seen him walk around the lab with his eyes low
Price is low
If youre trying to cop in
Once im locked in
Nothing can stop him
Im on it everybody
Movie in the building
Listen
Better tune up your equipment
Drifted
Young brown and gifted
Still down and lifted
Cock back and spit shit
You won't forget me
Want me then come and get me
Gun on my lap makes them do a 360
(chorus x2)