Get Me (Explicit)

Get me

Uh huh

They pretty

Uh huh

Wit me

Uh huh

It's crispy

Yeah

Whoo

Uh huh uh huh yo

Y'all just blowing smoke fan in the fire

Your wife is getting 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 whyling 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 feeling you running 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 going so well I got that

Slide you some hot sh*t ni**a it's a wrap

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 p**sy son

Y'all not known for busting 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

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

I'm hungry niggaz is eating 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

F**k with my money you be shot the f**k up

The name Littles got the streets locked the f**k up

Dumped off the bridge body mopped the f**k up

When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the f**k up

There ain't a ni**a that can cramp my style

Fifteen get money living frozen out

You cowards softer than a b**ch get a baby wipe

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

Want beef motherf**ker 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

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

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 swinging 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 making songs like that

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

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

F**k is a check if you ain't busting a tec

Ni**a we counting the scrilla with the gun on the deck

Counting 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

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 p**sy son

Y'all not known for busting 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

I'm telling you it's something 'bout them Mobb Deep boys they no joke

They blood thirsty for that rap music yo

It's not a song it's a goddamn bomb fitting to blow

They not a group they a motherf**king gang for show

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

Every time 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

Every time they cop from somebody else the sh*t wack

That sh*t there is doo doo the sh*t here is crack

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

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

F**k that new sh*t they high wear off too fast

Them niggaz got garbage this is that smack

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 p**sy son

Y'all not known for busting 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