They're Out to Get Me

[Intro: Mr. Porter]

I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggas

(Uh, uh, I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggas)

I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggas!

(I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggas!)

[Chorus: Mr. Porter & Busta Rhymes]

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (How I be so raw...)

They so cold (So cold...)

I know (I know...)

That they out to get me

And all those people I call my friends, now they gone (Gone)

That's why I never call on y'all, to be around

'Cause you see how this money (Yeah, yeah) can change everything (Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

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

Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer

Muh'fuckers that I grew around and thought I could rock wit' 'em

Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket

I see 'em comin' from afar because I been through so much shit

They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick

Invested in my niggas, took the realtor route

Gambled on the wrong niggas, had to filter them 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 clip full

It's cool though, I fucks wit' 'em even though I ain't wit' it

That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggas come visit

Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law

For let ya drunk friend show his true side until ya forced to cut him off

I seen it one too many times, your peeps be leaving you speechless

Sometimes havin' certain friends can end up bein' a weakness

See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front and surround me

Come up out they sheepskins and act all different around me

[Chorus: Mr. Porter & Busta Rhymes]

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (How I be so raw...)

They so cold (So cold...)

I know (I know...)

That they out to get me

And all those people I call my friends, now they gone (Gone)

That's why I never call on y'all, to be around

'Cause you see how this money (Yeah, yeah) can change everything (Listen!)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on

How niggas steal this funny style when I was strugglin', broke

Even though it don't surprise me, shit is still kinda funny

When I ain't have, a nigga still'd come and try to take from me

Instead of cuttin' my losses, bein' smart and just end shit

Niggas was tryin' to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship

In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel

I'm with the wrong muh'fuckers, 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

Movin' so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder

Living by morals and principles mainly

Havin' heavy thoughts to kill my brother every time them fuckers betray me

But now I'm winnin' with the strength of a nation

I promise they're not even foreseein' the size of the shit they'll be facing

I'm Aftermath now, shit's gettin' worse

Now when them same "friends" see me glowin' hard that shit be making 'em hurt

[Chorus: Mr. Porter]

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (How I be so raw...)

They so cold (So cold...)

I know (I know...)

That they out to get me

And all those people I call my friends, now they gone (Gone)

That's why I never call on y'all, to be around

'Cause you see how this money (Yeah, yeah) can change everything

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Instead they gettin' together with me so we both can get rich

When I'm outta town, these niggas busy tryna fuck with my bitch

Same niggas spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish

I hit 'em off, then turn around and come right back when it finish

I said I'm tired of these niggas, that'll owe me so much shit

That they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit

Sometimes we can't forgive when every balance is off

'Specially when niggas cross the line that niggas never should cross

Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range

The more money niggas get, shit around you will change

Even though niggas'll flip and sayin', "You the one changed"

Fuck you, they do that just to justify takin' your shit 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 you niggas up under the rug with a broom

If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon

Shit is real like every wind in my breath

Now that's on everything I love, blood of my blood! Flesh of my flesh!

[Chorus: Mr. Porter]

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (How I be so raw...)

They so cold (So cold...)

I know (I know...)

That they out to get me

And all those people I call my friends, now they gone (Gone)

That's why I never call on y'all, to be around

'Cause you see how this money (Yeah, yeah) can change everything