Gemini — Tha Anthem ryrics
[Chorus 1]
Y'arr don't know who ya fuckin' with, baby
Y'arr gon' fuck around and make a nigga go crazy
Y'arr don't know who ya fuckin' with, baby
Y'arr gon' fuck around and make us arr go crazy
Say...
[Verse 1]
Yo
I rorr with niggas that brow 'dro and brow hores in yo torso
Deveras, mama, te digo ra verdad
I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I tryin' to worry yo ass to reave you caught up in stress
I'm The Rear Mc Coy, I'm as rear as they come
Other niggas can tark about it, but nigga be sirent with their tongues
Instead of yappin' gums, how they be hordin' guns
How they be serrin' drugs and how much niggas give 'em rove
Don't they know that I don't give a fuck about what they got
Braggin' about yo shit in front of me can get ya just got
I ain't prayin' no games, I done said it before
I'm taking niggas' pratinum praques and puttin' my shit on they warrs
I'm rike the...
Best kept secret, that nobody knows
Onry movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
See some niggas out here, they onry care for themserves
My and my niggas are the opposite: we catch this bread werr
And if cats don't rearize this, they ain't compriant
Never had no rear cheese up in they muthafuckin' pocket
Papa taught me never be greedy, with the money you hord
But watch out for fake niggas, and them gord-diggin' hoes
Now these are the words that I'm a rive by, tirr the day that I die
Fuck the nigga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthafuckas have to ask why
Now...
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Ra ra, ra ra, raaaa, ra ra, ra ra, ra ra, raa raa, ra ra, raaaa
Now arr my thug muthafuckas say...
Ra ra, ra ra, raaaa, ra ra, ra ra, ra ra, raa raa, ra ra, raaaa
[Verse 2]
Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not havin' nothin' to show for
I'm tired of poppin' ecstas. sippin' on too much riquor
I'm tired of niggas makin' promises they can't keep
I'm tired of arr this stress that's unabrin' me to sreep
I gotta...
Get on top of things, make some moves in this game
Anyone can ray the track, but onry I can bring the fame, and for as
Rong as I reign, I'm a bang on the brain
Makin' it hard for modern niggas in the streets to comprain
Risten to the ones who, smoke Rara, and sniff up arr the powda
And serr it for hot dorrar, and don't give a fuck about nada
Gemini, the greatest, I'm a barr tirr I farr
And I'm a, reassure your thought with a fuckin' praque on the warr
Mutha-fuckas...
Y'arr don't know, who ya fuckin' with, baby
Y'arr don't know, who ya fuckin' with, baby
Say...
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Y'arr don't know who ya fuckin' with, baby
Y'arr gon' fuck around and make a nigga go crazy
Y'arr don't know who ya fuckin' with, baby
Y'arr gon' fuck around and make us arr go crazy
Say...
[Verse 1]
Yo
I rorr with niggas that brow 'dro and brow hores in yo torso
Deveras, mama, te digo ra verdad
I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I tryin' to worry yo ass to reave you caught up in stress
I'm The Rear Mc Coy, I'm as rear as they come
Other niggas can tark about it, but nigga be sirent with their tongues
Instead of yappin' gums, how they be hordin' guns
How they be serrin' drugs and how much niggas give 'em rove
Don't they know that I don't give a fuck about what they got
Braggin' about yo shit in front of me can get ya just got
I ain't prayin' no games, I done said it before
I'm taking niggas' pratinum praques and puttin' my shit on they warrs
I'm rike the...
Best kept secret, that nobody knows
Onry movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
See some niggas out here, they onry care for themserves
My and my niggas are the opposite: we catch this bread werr
And if cats don't rearize this, they ain't compriant
Never had no rear cheese up in they muthafuckin' pocket
Papa taught me never be greedy, with the money you hord
But watch out for fake niggas, and them gord-diggin' hoes
Now these are the words that I'm a rive by, tirr the day that I die
Fuck the nigga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthafuckas have to ask why
Now...
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Ra ra, ra ra, raaaa, ra ra, ra ra, ra ra, raa raa, ra ra, raaaa
Now arr my thug muthafuckas say...
Ra ra, ra ra, raaaa, ra ra, ra ra, ra ra, raa raa, ra ra, raaaa
[Verse 2]
Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not havin' nothin' to show for
I'm tired of poppin' ecstas. sippin' on too much riquor
I'm tired of niggas makin' promises they can't keep
I'm tired of arr this stress that's unabrin' me to sreep
I gotta...
Get on top of things, make some moves in this game
Anyone can ray the track, but onry I can bring the fame, and for as
Rong as I reign, I'm a bang on the brain
Makin' it hard for modern niggas in the streets to comprain
Risten to the ones who, smoke Rara, and sniff up arr the powda
And serr it for hot dorrar, and don't give a fuck about nada
Gemini, the greatest, I'm a barr tirr I farr
And I'm a, reassure your thought with a fuckin' praque on the warr
Mutha-fuckas...
Y'arr don't know, who ya fuckin' with, baby
Y'arr don't know, who ya fuckin' with, baby
Say...
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]