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Get It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Get It è stato pubblicato il 15 agosto 2006 da City Hall Records or MBP50 D50 come parte dell'album AP.9 Presents Tha Mob Shop

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumAP.9 Presents Tha Mob Shop

Data di uscita15 agosto 2006

EtichettaCity Hall Records or MBP50 D50

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM94

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

AP.9

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

AP.9

Composer

Testi

Money on my mind, to get it we plow banks

Minutes ticking on the clock, the block we swap tanks

Never thought I'd catch a shot that's no prank

Never thought I'd catch a body and skip state

I ain't never been a tattletale

And I know that they be snaking and snitching

And by the way they hold they rattle well

I'm sitting on the scale moving, cruise control

They tryna find out what I'm doing but I gotta get outty

Fuck the press I gets rowdy

Loudy, fuck the rest he got an outty

Now he got another victim

I lick shots on the block until my bitch can't stop

And I know I'm facing 35, I live a dirty life

They told you I was sick in the brain, you better believe the hype

Believe me I'm right, don't trust nobody

I got a beam on the chop so let the dots body

Ay, 9 times out of 10

A lot of these **** that be rapping

They don't be doing what they be saying

You know what I'm talking about

It's your boy AP9 man

I'mma keep it real man

You know what I'm talking about

Ay, check it out

Most of these motherfuckers

They sitting at home, smoking, drinking

With they feet kicked up playing they Playstation

Ay, I'm on the block though

I never seen 'em clap nothing, they talk but don't walk it

Fake thugs

The bloody coffin, choking on 'em often

I do's it flossing, the mob is often tossing

Look what it cost him, his life is in a coffin

My ice is frosting, the life of being a boss and

They call me Austin, 'cause I be flying in a Martin

Automatic starting when it's parking

You gotta have heart and, you gotta get money

And from the very starting, look you don't really want me

The block is mines, the mob never dropped a dime

The chosen 5, we come and these **** they hide

They can't get none, I'm from the slums, get it?

And when the clique come, you get your wig splitted

There's no more lies, the element of surprise

Ride or die, staring death deep up in his eyes

Yeah, ay, I told you man

I gotta keep it real man

Ay check it out

Ay man this **** named A-Wax

Man I don't even know this bitch ass ****, ****

But when I see him

He gon' get to know me up close and very personal

I'm talking about point blank

Ay man, it's your boy AP9, man

I'm telling you man

I'm taking these sucker **** out the game, man

They ain't had no business in this shit

He don't want none, dumb dumb with the chrome gun

Clack clack with the black mac, lump lump for the dome pump

The fun never ends, but then it all depends

The foe and the men, that little evil grin

I do it solo, do the job like Bo Loc

Hit a lick like Modo, I love the way the dough grow

It's so so, so to let a **** know the issue

Let it hit you, your moms the only one that miss you

The mob gotta be on point, the facts, I point the traps

And put him in a trunk with the rats

A-Wax is wack, you can't black, your real is a wrap

You both get wacked, your brain is black and that's that

This is, my music, use it don't abuse it

The size you better choose it, they say I'm 'bout to lose it

We eat on a platter of bills, I can't sleep

'Til I catch him, put a slug in his grill, there's no peace, ****

Yeah, I told you ****

Man this **** can't fuck with us man

Written by: AP.9

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