That's What You Get

[Verse 1]

It's an hot summer day in the LBC

It's me the H-E-L-D-A-N to the Z

Straight flipping the script on the strip

So come equip with your nine and your extra clip

So every single day in my hood it's on

Now how would you feel with neenter to your dome, you gone

For fucking with them bg's, fucking with the small guys

Now you got black eyes and your punk ass realize

That you can't fuck with us little niggas no more

We going looney, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo

And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled

By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill

For an second while I wrecked on this track

And um, you don't want to see me when I flip

So don't be fucking with little niggas, we aint to be fucked with

[Chorus x4: Lil 1/2 Dead]

That's what you get

That's what you get

[Verse 2]

Now just the other day a fool tried to trip

He ran up in my face, so banked him in his lip

I had to show him that I was small, but I was an hog

He ran up in my face again, I broke his fucking jaw yall

He hit the mother fucking ground

And the whole pound gather all around and put the mother fucking stomp down

How do you feel punk nigga

Im standing over you with my finger on the trigga

Figure that you crazy you jump up and get smoke like an joint

And half dead will straight prove his point

To an nigga, a bitch, or an snitch, leave an mother fucking stitch

In the bottom of an ditch, if he switch

Up on an nigga from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H

I make you in the gate, while my skills elevate

And when you hit it, you better hit quick

And don't be fucking with us little niggas, we aint to be fucked with

[Chorus x4: Lil 1/2]

[Lil 1/2 Dead]

This song goes out the to all you big niggas

And trying to punk us little niggas

We aint going out like that no more

This is nine fezzo you know big baby

[Verse 3]

Well the eastside of LBC takes no slake

If you fuck with an nigga you will get put on your back

So I advise you to ride eyes wide

When you creeping, crawling, to the motha fucking Eastside

If an nigga catch you slipping, he will have your hand

So listen up close to this nigga half dead

And i'm telling you this from experience

Now in 1994' all these big niggas is fearing us

Looney ass nigga from the LBC

Now these days none of you niggas can't fuck with me, see

And if you really wanted to trip

I would leave seven-teen stitches in your upper lip

To let you know that I got it going on

Cause I can kick this funky shit like all night long

And when I do it, I do it quick

And don't fuck with us little niggas, we aint to be fucked with

[Chorus x4: Lil 1/2 Dead]