Gettin' At Em

[Intro – Billy Blue] I roll up on em, I’m looking at em I’m grinning at em, fuck it I’m getting at em [Verse 1 – Billy Blue] You a hater nigga? Well I’m a hater too I got it on my mind, fuck you niggas want to do? I hate hoes, they hate me They got a problem with the swag, all black tees How I feel about a nigga, bitch, ask me Riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat Had to murk a nigga cuz he tried to steal my CO Don’t know about him but that ain’t how we roll I’m here full [?], pussy nigga you’s a zero Got the kryptonite out for you motherfucking heros You balling in the club, sucking dick up on the d-low I ain’t got to say his name, but best believe that he know You said [x3] pussy nigga You said [x3] holler at em bro! [Hook – Billy Blue] I’m getting at em, I’m getting at em Throw up a finger at em, just know I’m getting at em Woah, fuck nigga, ho nigga, sucka nigga, broke nigga Shit real around here but you ain’t know nigga? What I got to murk a nigga just to show niggas? I’m getting at em [x3] Throw up a finger at em I’m getting at em [x3] Throw up a finger at em [Verse 2 – Billy Blue] I’m sliding on em, like it’s electric I’m on the top floor, get on my level bitch I watch niggas, stop niggas And if he slipping best believe I’m gonna drop niggas Ho niggas never gonna catch me riding with that Run up in the spot, zone man where the sack at? You see the strap, you see your life You see these niggas, they running through your wife I’m gutter nigga, ain’t like these other niggas Real talk, I don’t pacify sucker niggas Fuck I look like? Somebody’s daddy nigga? Hand on the trigger, I’m feeling happy nigga Dead [x14] [Hook] [Verse 3 – Young Chris] I’m sliding up, you don’t why they hide up Hit while they ain’t looking, tie em up and ride em, what? Pussys, I’m getting at em, pointing the pistol at em She want two 23s, spraying the missiles at em F and F fiftys, caliber’s up to 50 Forever street, ho ass cowards ain’t fucking with me Nigga that’s how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder We loading up the lead, we shoot them motherfuckers dead It’s murder, death, homicide Race like me, you got to ride Bitch I gets to it, I’m a hustler, ain’t no 9 to 5 I fucks with niggas that flip that work Block on a Saturday, shit that shirt Got some niggas AK shooters That’ll go strap up and get cats murked Guns go bang, I let my nuts hang on you pussy We rang, them brand new machines Yeah this is how we really do, this Young Chris and Billy Blue Make some noise for MIA let’s show these niggas how Philly do [Hook]