Get Him

You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit

Talkin bout look at all them bricks

Imma have to come around your way

**** I'm real you all too fake

Ain't no pistol where your mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Better act right before I get uptight

Act up umma let the automatic spray

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Hold up, where they at

Khaled don't let me get em

Gun cocked, where his children

No talk, time to get em

Fake **** gon make me kill em

Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river

Matter of fact umma leave him in da river

Come and get him when its winter **** holla back

I'm gutta done told ya that

Roc boy bitch hova back

Tell ya movin them stabs of crack

See **** you a lie like pac is back

Bend ya **** all cramped and ya homie won't last

See ya something like paper tags

Don't make me slide them macs

To save one blast and get his ass

You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit

Talkin bout look at all them bricks

Imma have to come around your way

**** I'm real you all too fake

Ain't no pistol where your mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Better act right before I get uptight

Act up umma let the automatic spray

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Now let me get him when I walk up in the place

Put the pace in ya face tell em gimme that cake

Fuck **** and I really don't think

That I know where they lay ducktape they face

Pop pop, unload that K

Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days

Pussy ****, know where you lay

Actin like I don't know where you stay

Runnin out ya mouth that ya **** too fake

Tellin other **** that you rule them thangs

Yee ain't talk that lie

Yee ain't got no stride

You really grind

Leave em in the streets till the d-boyz find em

Dumb **** and the honkin on the grind in the middle of the town

We gon g-g-gettem

You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit

Talkin bout look at all them bricks

Imma have to come around your way

**** I'm real you all too fake

Ain't no pistol where your mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Better act right before I get uptight

Act up umma let the automatic spray

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know

When I pull up in a rova, they know that its over

Big hold and ya body like coasters

Creep creep we deep with soldiers

Black hoes that'll carry that toaster

Hot head now they callin me foldiers

But still creep in adidas with them heatas and them meters

When I see where your family at

Pop pop just call me ace

Slump **** Imma call you dead

Click clack then your t-shirt red

Hand em a tampon

No batteries included, know that the clip be hands-on

And I take your mans arm

Leave his body slumped and the damned dawn

You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit

Talkin bout look at all them bricks

Imma have to come around your way

**** I'm real you all too fake

Ain't no pistol where your mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Better act right before I get uptight

Act up umma let the automatic spray

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, boy there he go

Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there he go