Arms Race (remix) Lyrics

[Travis]Travie! (Uh-oh) Pete, thought I told you What up, Hemmy? I see you!
I've had the world at arm's length from the get-go This ain't an arms race, it's Apocalypto The industry's a target, I suggest these labels get low On top of that, this track is cracked like burnt brillo (damn) Consider me the beast of Easter leavened VIP, all day, AK47 If words is weapons, then get to stepping My arsenal's enough to send Hell's angels to Heaven I'm cool as the Fonz, and deadly as Charles Bronson I'm Gonzo, you can call me Travie S. Thompson Go ahead, and you can choose a similar path But don't cast yourself up like Sylvia Plath, geeze Watch Travie take the title with ease You want a verse, please I wouldn't bless you if you sneezed (achoo!) Pardon me, I'm allergic to bullshit Got a god complex with a full clip (pow!)
[Tyga]The leader man, Tyga-man make you leave your man Ladies' man take your mate Im sayin' this song got me thinkin' out my range With no piff involved, my swag flyer than a plane With the ruly attitude, ignorant, arrogant dude Excuse me, I'm only seventeen (that's my age) You're excused, I like your honesty Honestly, you're more mature than the average teen And though your label family, you must have a team Decaydance, preferrably, that'll be next for me (hint hint) The rest'll be history Plat i um until they stop listenin' Then your baby's back like ribs I know you been missin' me, I almost forgot to mention it Ever hear a sound like this? (wow!)
[Patrick]This ain't a scene, it's god-damn arms race (sing it out loud) This ain't a scene, it's god-damn arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress I'm the leadin' man and the lies I weave are Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm the leadin' man and the lies I weave are Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
[Kanye West]Now I don’t know what the hell This song is talkin' 'bout, do you? She said: "Yeah, I been spendin' all day Tryin' to figure that out." You too? The arms race made 'em raise they arms And race straight to the top, who knew? Right now they got that number one spot Do you want that? (want that)Me too One thing I gotta call out, boy, take a look at Fall Out Boy Since they ain’t black, when they get money They don’t ball out, boy They just buy tight jeans till their nuts hang all out, boy They figure 'Ye dress tight so we gon dress tighter He dress white so we gon dress whiter So in spite 'r anything you might’ve seen or heard This scene occurred, word
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/arms-race-remix-lyrics-fall-out-boy.html ] [Patrick]I'm the leadin' man and the lies I weave are Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm the leadin' man and the lies I weave are Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
[Paul Wall]Uh, expensive taste We up in the arms race
Big money, big crib, big Cadillac Big daddy, boy, I cup big dro sack (that's right) Paper stack, big rain, big bling-bling Try to take big chain, big baybay
[Skinhead Rob]I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm mothafuckin' gone Ain't no signs that I'm stowin', Though I'm knowin' that I'm wrong, bring it on Out to get it, I need cash by the stacks Need a new pair of stacies and a dash for 'Lac, Shaq
[Paul Wall]Hear that? Top back with woman and grill Comin' down on the spiderweb chrome wheels First place in the stuntin' race, top-notch paint drip drop, flip flop, strap witta glock
[Skinhead Rob]Live everyday like it's my last one, maybe it is aint no morrows in my world of sorrow, maybe it his I break ribs, break jaws, break laws at most Still stick to the coast, hold up and reload
[Lupe Fiasco]There's an arms race, like I'm runnin' on my hands A dance marathon on my napalms and Drop mine's first so that they bombs can't and glocks, lasers, missles beat rocks, paper, scissors I built mine's big, better build yours bigger Built mine's quick so I could kill yours quicker The number one supplier, the world's largest equipper The second smallest dyer, best non-coexister I pledge allegiance to gasoline and bulletproof limousines And leans on the property of the poor and Svery night, I pray to the Lords of War, every man and mac eleven that all good child rebel soldiers go to AK47 heaven and a landmine in every playground that they step in and you took the footage from the camera on the tips of our bullets and record like former darfur [push it]
[chorus]
[Lil Wayne]Yeah, it's Weezy, baby! I am your arms dealer I'm more like an armed dealer, literally Really, I don't get this song neither but I'ma figure it out like a palm reader and Since I be on TV, I turn it on to see me! Hey, I'm so cool, even I wanna be me That was totally off the subject But for me, every song is like pussy So fuck it, like Fresh we dougie [we dougie, we dougie]
[Pete laughing]