"Ninja Man" lyrics

"Ninja Man"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Swizz Beatz:]
Za-za-za, zone-zone-zone
Machine, za-za, zone-zone (Yeah)

[Conway the Machine:]
I make the anthems that the trap sing
Stack cream, the Maybach Vision matte green
I tore the streets up with my last thing
But when me and Swizzy connect, it's a mad team
Finals MVP, when I won my last ring
"Won't He Do It" woke 'em up quick like a bad dream (Woo)
Met a new connect, now we a tag team
Fifty joints came, I got it on the arm, COVID vaccine (Talk to 'em)
I took a major loss, but that ain't make us fall
Oh, they thought they scored, but we waved it off (Yeah)
We started out weighin' raw
Interfere with stick like Method Man when he play lacrosse
The shots, I had to shake 'em off, then became a boss
Songs with Wayne and Ross when I did business with Shady and Paul (Talk to 'em)
Now my name ringing bells way across seas
Squeeze stick, he twitch like Adin Ross, talk

[Swizz Beatz:]
They talk and they talk and they talking
They talk and they talk and they talking
They talk and they keep on fucking talking
Well, let's talk about it

One car in my garage cost your plane, man
It don't mean nothing to me, it's like a plain Jane
Niggas come up on the block and do the damn thing
Machine and Swizz Beatz came through with that bang-bang, bang-bang

[Conway the Machine:]
Yeah, it's Mr. Double Entrendre Man
Got three months in the box for having contraband
Hood legend with the pots and pans
Cooking up, leave the kitchen smoking like Rasta Man
The bag getting foolish, Timberlands Louis
I'm in the kitchen whipping two bricks, that's callaloo and stew fish
My strap got a drum on that bitch and a coolant kit
My OGs was really moving bricks, them my influences
Denim Tears junior two unionship
Machine getting stupid rich, what we doing, Swizz?
They book me for shows in Budapest
The homie just came home from prison, still tryna shoot a sket
Uh, real lead clappers push your head backwards
They I know I spit that redrum spelled backwards
Uh, Bryson cooking fish up, it ain't red snapper
Stay off that phone in case the feds tap us, woah (Whip up)
Everything proper
Make 'em push they release back when Machine pop up
Celine shopper from the fiends copping (Uh-huh)
Now me and Swizzy running the triple re-option (I'm early)

[Swizz Beatz:]
They talk and they talk and they talking
They talk and they talk and they talking
They talk and they keep on fucking talking
Well, let's talk about it

Lighters, let 'em see them lighters
Lighters, lighters, you gon' see them lighters
Lighters, lighters, you play around with lighters
Lighters, lighters, lighters when they toss up
Lighters when they toss up
Light the whole trap up, we light the whole block up
Lighters, lighters, wanna see them lighters
Lighters, lighters, Machine them lighters
Lighters, grrah

They talk and they talk and they talking
They talk and they mothafucking talking
They talk and they talk and they talking
Well, let's talk about it

Machine, za-za
Man this shit, I got a Fiat
Independence
You know what I'm saying, like
Easy
They all machines
Vroom
One seaters, two seaters, three seaters
Vroom
They not even for driving, they for watching


Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Demond Price, Angel Avery, Music Man Ty
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