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Some really like to, you know
and front
And the jooks go down, all at once they like

get me
get me
Don't me

You're out on the block at the spot
Got, is how you get Got
At the spot and your hand is mad hot
Got, is how you get Got
Out in Brooklyn late flashing all of your rocks
Got, is how you get Got
Some girl from pink house said, "I you alot"
Got, is how you get Got

This one goes to all them Big Will
With ice on limbs and big rims on they Ac
You 'round town with your system bumped
And your windows cracked low to profile and
Now I like to have nice just like you
But I'm Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do
high postin' when you far from home
Or like high postin' when you all
Now this would to be clear common sense
But cats be livin' off, sheer

"Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible, just sensible
nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals
Swear rollin' hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, all your revenue
You a ride on the Downstate medical, like
sparks, yellow and blue
A full on attack and it's to you
Wit' you can do but bust back and cop a plea
But of them and one of you, that equal Got to me

get me
get me
Don't me

Come on ya'll now, be real
Some jokers got a rough keepin' it concealed
I what it mean, it's probably self-esteem
fiending to be seen, get hymned like Aberdeen
Cats think it can't happen the gats start clappin'
They comin' down the wire fire like a dragon
'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take
To observe your trick, and then catch ass slippin'

Like, come on now ock, you expect?
Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your
And while you Cristal sippin', rubbin' up they mittens
With heat in mint condition to start the
They clique starts creepin' like guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters, these is playa killers
Mr. Fash-ion, that style never long
The harder you flash, you get flashed on

There's hunger in the street that is hard to
steal for sport, more steal to eat
Cats heavy at the weigh-in, and they for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your seat
There is universal law, whether or poor
say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put egos to the side and get off them head-trips
some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less

get me
get me
Don't me