Fred The Godson – Say My Name Lyrics

Produced By: The Heatmakerz
PYONG!
2

You pyonged “Fred The Godson – Say My Name”

Save Note No Thanks
Follow
Caution: You are now annotating this song as

[Verse 1]
Tell him I want his children, I know he fear the flow
I got the guns right here, to blow
No woman, no kids, that Scarface shit was years ago
Sonny lost his finger then this little nigga's ears can go
Been in the room with the spitter
King of New York, he drunk, swimming pool full of liquor, right
Frederico freestyle and spit on ya
It's like LA when the 40.Cal lift on ya
It's political the way it works
But I'm lyrical, I'm from the underground, I do the dirty work
A hard hat, constructions - bars back in conjuction
With the hood, got the soft and hard packs, yeah, we pumpin'
You got Snoop, we got Jay, we got Nas, you got Dre
But you the king of everything, that's how you wanna play?
Cool - I go to your show, I know you tour in Spain, money
So I aim at the crowd and hit your row

Everything semi-auto
The home of the 12-12 skinny's, nigga, it's Gordo
My advice is, I've been the nicest
My rhymes come from the gut -- it's Appendicitis
Fred the God on they iPod, I'm in devices
It's true, mine's ain't made up, I'm indecisive
And I still move the order for the gram
You trying to wet us up, I gotta stop the water, I'll be damned
B.I.G. casket was in Brooklyn, Pun's was in the X
They both was named B.I.G., you should a little respect
Big L got shot in here, you show a little respect
Like I was your massager, homie, I'm on your neck
Must be hanging with highrollers
We get crazy when we broke, we can only bipolar
Baking soda, the wood works
Chef in seconds, I can give Inglewood work
And for you rappers trying to put me in dirt
Knew I was paralyzed then stood me up on the verse
I'm still setting the trap, I'm still cutting up work
You get money from rap, and we be up late on the first
The first - back to Mr. Lamar
Y'all be at AA meetings, must be missing the bar
It's a difference when you spitting at God
Number one on their list, but I rarely listen to y'all
I'm a back in the past rhymer

Illmatic cassette in the pathfinder
B.I.G. CD next to the bundle
Pop's got me hard knock vinyl, from the Tunnel
TBM is willing to ride
This is verbal murder, I know I'm killing your vibe
You got New York sick so you the cancer
It's like Philly '96 draft, I'm the answer
God

Edit song description to add:

  • Historical context: what album the song's on, how popular it was
  • An explanation of the song's overall story (example: "In this song, Eminem corresponds with a crazed fan who ends up...")
  • The sample used for the beat — use WhoSampled.com and wikipedia as references
Song lyrics have been changed by someone else. Copy your work to your clipboard and click here to reload.