Get's Down Like That

I clear the corners like Hummers with the bass's strong

They can't stand to see me with it so I fakes no funk

No punk in my bloodline, just killers and shit

Ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, bitch

It ain't easy bein' wealthy, stayin' healthy

Knowin' sucka mothafuckas, they wanna melt me

But I ain't ice cream, butter or the cheddar cheese

You better peep the Beretta up a **** sleeve

Because they knowin' about the city that I'm comin' out of

Check your shit, you might come up short of your hefty grip

We nightcrawlers, straight underground

Jackin' you for your shit, ****, what you gonna do now?

When you see us **** comin' through, grab your bitch

And your kids, we want 'em too

Yeah, 'cause players come out when it's sunny

But when nighttime comes those players turn into gangsters

And get they money

All the time I'm pumpin' dope for those who underestimate

The proper shit, and won't quit till I accumulate the proper grip

So don't trip as we get with these fools who thought they knew

From the gate, keep it straight when fuckin' with my crew

'Cause I be goin' up out my way to keep this shit straight

Mob down about that town like a pancake

Earthquake, I'm shakin' 'em up like a hurricane

Applyin' pressure wherever, and it's a damn shame

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

'Cause them **** from our camp get's down like that

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

'Cause them **** from our camp get's down like that

Keep on hearin' **** hollerin' 'bout they ass gotta go

And where they gotta be, one more time, I kick rhymes

And they don't wanna see, do re mi, rippin' shit on this M-I-C

Down with two more motherfuckers who finda spit it, see?

Rockin' with this rap could be bubblicious

Clear the industry of guppies and goldfishes

We spit the superfly raps, makin' a bitch say

"Shit, who the fuck could it be?" A-1 and B-Legit

They got me twisted as hell, it seems I see some females

A long-ass weave, Guess jeans and Lee nails

But I can't tell, the Korbel, it got me brandy

Bitches all stuck to my paint because I'm candy

Hand me the motherfuckin' blunts, baby

I dos a bird, 35 down I-80, I'm tryin' to get this bitch

To the showdown, oh, you know it go down

Fuckin' with the Tinnow

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

'Cause them **** from our camp get's down like that

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

'Cause them **** from our camp get's down like that

I'm clownin' motherfuckas, givin' 'em away

Got your whole block flooded with meth and yay

Tell the Asian men, "I'm on my way" I need major hook

**** hog-moggin', tryna keep the whole book

But it don't go down like that, I bring the heat

Leave a **** relaxin' in his front seat

Head back like he 'sleep with the reek of a muddy lake

Caught a man, Code 3, bring the yellow tape

As I get in where I fit, some funky ass shit

Down with **** in my clique to let 'em know who they be fuckin' with

Got this shit locked down like up in SQ

Comin' new in '96 is what you best do

I test, 1, 2, and then I straight run through

Up in the VA-double, where you best come true

'Cause I be choppin' up on this game like a Ginsu

And all you bitches and tricks know what a **** like me into

Some thousand gram units with the cash around 'em

I throw 'em out the window and the task, they found 'em

They tried to hem a **** but it's too much scratch

And fools from my camp get's down like that

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

And them **** from our camp get's down like that

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

And my **** from the camp get's down like that

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps

And them **** from our camp get's down like that

We spit the superfly shit, makin' a bitch say

"Hey, them Sick Wit It **** get they cash money"

We keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin' them caps