Get It

So let's get right to (and then rule?)

And it ain't nothin' but a thing

To getchya (grippin'?) the move

Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene

You know we kill it

Goin' all out

We about to

Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Ryu-yo it's in my blood

I was born to spit it

The cord has kept me warm

Through the storms of winter

Ignored the pain and struggle

When it's time for dinner

We huddle together and grind

Rain or shine

Survive the weather

Forget about changing spinners

Throw me a bone

I'm just tryin' to raise my litter

It made me bitter

Eventually made me sicker

So when the heat's on

We don't get pre-game jitters

Uh-uh

We go to work man

Diggin' in dirt

We took 'em to church

We're checkin' in some teenage strippers

Livin' life by the seat of my pants

And ( ? ) with jams

Undefeated we can't

Lose

Ever whoever wanted with us

Better roll with a camp

You trust to cover your ass

When your asses can't

Huh

So bottom's up

Here's one for the crew

Put some liquor in your gut

And tell me what you wanna do

Sing it

S

For every sucker left behind

O

With every ( ? ) when i bust a rhyme

B

Best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet

'cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S

For the drunk sexy women

O

Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it

B

Best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet

'cause we ain't got time to kick it

Tak-so let's get right to (and then rule?)

And it ain't nothin' but a thing

To getchya (grippin'?) the move

Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene

You know we kill it

Goin' all out

We about to

Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Tak-wow

Look at 'em now

Their mouths are closed

We done came a long way since 2004

Spilled bleach

Got the whole entire crowd exposed

The fumes leakin' in the street

Throwin' down them (bowls?)

Whoa

We on the job

The one with the mob

The fake facades

To get it just to make new large

I roll a seven to nine

Just to break the yards

And step in your mind

And unfold

The great bizarre

Hit the kill switch

Yah

Found my hitch

I'm on the pitcher's mound for now

It's me and will smith

Finally overseas

I sneak in the mattress

Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent

We out gettin' bent

Makin' dollar amounts

So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots

Say it

S

For every sucker left behind

O

With every (?) when i bust a rhyme

B

Best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet

'cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S

For the drunk sexy women

O

Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it

B

Best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet

'cause we ain't got time to kick it

So let's get right to (and then rule?)

And it ain't nothin' but a thing

To getchya (grippin'?) the move

Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene

You know we kill it

Goin' all out

We about to

Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it