That's What You Get

It's a hot sunny day in the L-B-C

It's me, the H-E-L-D-A-N, to the Z

Straight flippin' the script on the strip so come equipped

Wit' yo' .9 and yo' extra clip

'Cause every single day in my hood it's on

Now how would you feel with this nina to your dome? You gone!

For fuckin' with them BG's, fuckin' with the small guys

Now you got black eyes and your punk ass realize

That you can't - fuck wit' us little **** no more

We goin' loony, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo

And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled?

By an loony BG hittin' hard as steel, so chill

For a second while I wreck it on this track

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)

And um, you don't want to see me when I flip

So don't be fuckin' wit' us little ****—we ain't to be fucked wit'

That's what you get

That's what you get

(Don't be fuckin' with them little ****—they ain't to be fucked wit')

That's what you get

That's what you get

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)

That's what you get

That's what you get

(Don't be fuckin' with them little ****—they ain't to be fucked wit')

That's what you get

That's what you get

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)

Now, just the other day a fool tried to trip

He ran up in my face, so I banked him in his lip

I had to show him I was small, but I was a hog

And then he ran up in my face again, I broke his fuckin' jaw, y'all

He hit the motherfuckin' ground

And the whole pound gathered all around and put the motherfuckin' stomp down

Now, how do you feel punk ****?

I'm standin' over you wit' my finger on my trigger

Figure that you crazy jump up and get smoke like a joint

And Half Dead'll straight prove his point

To a ****, a bitch, or a snitch, leave a motherfucker stitched

In the bottom of a ditch, if he switch

Up on a **** from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H

I make you in the gate, while my skills elevate

And when you hit it, you better hit it quick

And don't be fuckin' wit' us little ****—we ain't to be fucked wit'

That's what you get

That's what you get

(Don't be fuckin' with them little ****—they ain't to be fucked wit')

That's what you get

That's what you get

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)

That's what you get

That's what you get

(Don't be fuckin' with them little ****—they ain't to be fucked wit')

That's what you get

That's what you get

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)

Yeah, this song goes out to all you big **** who be tryin' to punk us little ****

We ain't goin' out like that no mo', this 9 fizzo

Really doe, big baby

Well the Eastside of L-B-C takes no slack

If you fuck wit' a **** you'll get put on your back

So I advise you to ride wit' yo' eyes wide

When you creepin' and crawlin', through the motherfuckin' Eastside

'Cause if a **** catch you slippin', he will have your head

So listen up close to this **** Half Dead

And I'm tellin' you this from experience

'Cause now in 1994, all these big **** is fearin' us

Loony ass **** from the L-B-C

'Cause nowadays, none of you **** can't fuck wit' me, see?

And if you really, really wanna trip

I would leave seventeen stitches in yo' upper lip

To let you know I got it goin' on

'Cause I can kick this funky shit like all night long

And when I do it, I do it quick

And don't fuck wit' us little ****—we ain't to be fucked wit'

That's what you get

That's what you get

(Don't be fuckin' with them little ****—they ain't to be fucked wit')

That's what you get

That's what you get

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)

That's what you get

That's what you get

(Don't be fuckin' with them little ****—they ain't to be fucked wit')

That's what you get

That's what you get

(The **** who talk shit get put on they back)