Get Him

[Hook] You ain't comin' round here talkin' all that shit Talkin' bout you get all them bricks I'm a have to come round your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake And a pistol where ya mamma stay Act like I don't know where you lay Betta act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'm a let tha automatic spray (Get em) boy there ya go (Get em) boy there ya go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka Boy there you go (Get em) boy there ya go (Get em) boy there ya go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka Boy there you go [Verse 1] Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em Gun cocked, where his cheerin'? No talk, time to get him Fake niggas gon' make me kill him Make his body shiver like he naked in a river Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river Come and get him when it's winter Nigga holla back I'm gutta. I done told ya that Rock boy bitch over bags Say you movin' them slabs of crack See nigga you a lie like Pac is back Man you niggas all crap And you homies won't last Till your somethin' like paper tags Don't make me slide the mask To save from blast Get his ass [Hook] [Verse 2] Now let me get em when I walk up in the place Put the pace in ya face, tell em gimme dat K Fuck niggas and they really don't think that I know where they lay duct tape they face Pop pop, unload that K, then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas know where you lay actin' like I don't know where you stay Runnin' at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs What? Y'ain't bout dat lie Huh? Y'ain't got no stride Naww. You ain't really grind Leave em in tha streets till the D boys find em Dumb niggas and they huggin' on the grind In the middle of this town We gon' G-G-Get em [Hook] [Verse 3] Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know When I pull up in that rover They know that it's over Big holes in ya body like coasters Creep, creep we deep with soldiers Black holster to carry that toaster Hot head now they callin' me folgers But still creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters Wanna see where yo family at Pop pop just call me ace Slump niggas I'm a call you dead Click clack now ya T-shirt red Hand em an tampon No batteries included know that the clip be hands on It'll take yo mans on Leave his body slumped in the damn yard Get em [Hook]