Get-U-Now

The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like glocks A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety locks Won't get knocked 'cause I avoid the rage Catchin' mad bodies like the AIDS I used to carry blades, now I'm fully loaded, save the bullshit Tempt me, I'ma empty the whole shit, that's that cold shit And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out I'm stickin' up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out 'Cause my rent's due, fuck with my money I'ma dead you And you can tell the accents X sent you And he meant it, cut your throat, and maim your last breath, wait I got a bullet for your ass wit' ya name and your death date (nigga) (There it is, that's what got him) (I don't know man) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one 'Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum Stuck on it, I'm settin' it, bring it if you want it And I still got my .22, I'll never point it though I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets So fuck my mother-in-law, I'm finna run the streets Be the syntax error, delete I live to spin wax, compete with off-beat I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got it, my tool, my utensil To draw lead in that ass like a pencil with a stencil And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery I'll be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherfucker! I'm rakin' in the dough by the heap (Get the cash) c-cypher-punks can't 'pete (Buck his ass) the last that you heard of your Jeep As you sleep, I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap Watch me now We gonna Get-U-Now (uh) We gonna Get-U-Now (yeah) We gonna Get-U-Now (uh) We gonna Get-U-Now (Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop!) (You know what the fuck we talkin' about, word is bond) (And we ghost, CM!)