Rampage - Scouts Honor...by Way Of Blood

Conquer Da World Lyrics

by Rampage
Album: Scouts Honor...by Way Of Blood (1997)



Intro: rampage
Its like that, its like that son
Yea, its how we do it

Chorus 2x: rampage [meka]
[so what ya sayin son? ] Im a conquer da world
Im a conquer da world, Im a conquer da world
[so what ya sayin son? ] Im a conquer da world
<sample from rakim sayin make them clap to this
Heard throughout chorus>

[rampage]
Check it out
Im sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall
Suckin on halls, singin to myself I got the balls
Skills of the ass, a future without a past
You God damned right a hundred gs in the stash
Prepare for the blood bath, niggas dont know the half
I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf
Down to the yellow brick road
Im 22, rampage, Im bout to explode
You could relate, I bomb ya chest like kuwait
You dead weight, and Im about to shut down ya gates
Forgive me lord, Im on the take, give me a brake
I shake and bake, and roll the money that I make
I take, I throw half of ya body up in the lake
Now its time for me to break, fuck the jake
I make the street work for me
I do damage to the stage and the industry
Its like that, its like that

Chorus 2x
*i wanna conquer da world* instead

[rampage]
I dont mean to brag or boast
Im the live nigga movin with toast
The playas haters in the games be cuttin it close
Im layin low, in the phat red testaros
Adios from coast to coast
Iced out, flooded watch
Suade lookin like butterscotch
Stickin the city like ed koch
I want lands and yachts
Rockin clubs and hot spots
I wanna lady thats strictly gettin paid [homey]
Not a great, to chill on the exotic island
Strictly drinkin lemonade
Rubbin my back, rubbin my head
Smellin good when she comes to bed
Victoria secret, sumthin that I can sleep with
Pack my heat with, shes nuthin but my sidekick
The chick that I freak with
Its like that son

Chorus 3x

[rampage]
Im on the road to the riches
Naked bitches in the kitchen
Washin my dishes, leavin they man suspicious
Im in the mansion, rightin rhymes like its a short time
I gotta shine, sippin on fine wine
Im in the phat jacuzzi, parle, put away the uzi
Its all about the cuties, macked out like john belushi
Take off that versel sweater, its gettin better
Black and white suit, maxima, fdr coup
Been around the world, gettin loot
I got future plans in the meadowlands
Pushin in the phat lands
Seein my mans, mad fans sittin in the stands
Goin crazy, rampage, too young to fade
The hardcore renegade
21 songs until ya made, pre paid
Joined by crusade, I twist ya like a corn braid
I got it made, Im blowin like the world trade

Chorus to fade


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