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Get Me - текст песни



Get Me


(feat. Littles, Noyd)




(Get me) Uh-huh


(They pretty) Uh-huh


(Wit me) Uh-huh


(It's crispy) Yeah!


Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo.




[Havoc]


Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire


Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her


Keep it gully baby boy, share that


Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at


Niggaz only mad cause they asses can't rap


Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped


Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax


You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that


Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black


Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed


Yeah, if it's some'n I'm feelin you runnin that


And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?


Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped


Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that


Career ain't goin so well, I got that


Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap!




[Chorus: Havoc]


See the cats in the whips wanna - get me


But I got the pounds and them .9's - they pretty


See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me


Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy


Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy son


Y'all not known for bustin them guns


So for the .9 I got beef for days


Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away


Call the coroner




[Littles]


Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him


I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin fo' pounds, I walk through 'em


Either you shook or your .9 spray


You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way


Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up


The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up


Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up


when them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up


There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style


Fifteen get money, livin frozen out


You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe


'Fore I show you what the .9 or three-eighty like


Want beef muh'fucker come and get me


All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street


Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat


Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece




[Chorus - first 1/2]




[Noyd]


Aiyyo, hey hey


Look I walk around with my pound in a glass


Puffin my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash


How I roll? Why would you ask?


Know I'm swingin my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash


I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge


That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh


From the ave, where snitches get blast


They say - no Noyd, you won't blow makin songs like that


I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last


I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death


Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin a tec


Nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck


Countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests


We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest


We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown


It's +Deep+, we can't even speak in certain rooms




[Chorus]




[Prodigy]


Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here.




I'm tellin you it's somethin 'bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke


They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo


It's not a song (Texts of songs ), it's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow


They not a group, they a muh'fuckin gang for sho'


More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh


Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa


All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc


E'rytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go


straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there


They know it's safe to spend they money over here


E'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack


That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack


Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em


They know it's safe to spend they dough over here


Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast


Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack!




[Chorus]



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