Conquer Da World Lyrics - Singles - Rampage

Intro: Rampage 

It's like that, It's like that son 

Yea, it's how we do it 

Chorus 2X: Rampage [Meka] 

[So what ya sayin son?] I'm a Conquer Da World 

I'm a Conquer Da World, I'm a Conquer Da World 

[So what ya sayin son?] I'm a Conquer Da World 

[Rampage] 

Check it out 

I'm 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 g's in the stash 

Prepare for the blood bath, niggas don't know the half 

I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf 

Down to the yellow brick road 

I'm 22, Rampage, I'm bout to explode 

You could relate, I bomb ya chest like Kuwait 

You dead weight, and I'm about to shut down ya gates 

Forgive me Lord, I'm 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 it's time for me to break, fuck the jake 

I make the street work for me 

I do damage to the stage and the industry 

It's like that, It's like that 

Chorus 2X 

*I wanna Conquer Da World* instead 

[Rampage] 

I don't mean to brag or boast 

I'm the live nigga movin with toast 

The playas haters in the games be cuttin it close 

I'm 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 that's 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, she's nuthin but my sidekick 

The chick that I freak with 

It's like that son 

Chorus 3X 

[Rampage] 

I'm on the road to the riches 

Naked bitches in the kitchen 

Washin my dishes, leavin they man suspicious 

I'm in the mansion, rightin rhymes like it's a short time 

I gotta shine, sippin on fine wine 

I'm in the phat ja'causezi, parle, put away the uzi 

It's all about the cuties, macked out like John Belushi 

Take off that versel sweater, it's 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, I'm blowin like the World Trade 

Chorus to fade