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I Had to Get'm
3,683
Hip-Hop/Rap
I Had to Get'm was released on August 26, 2003 by Hypnotize Minds Productions as a part of the album Gone On That Bay
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Release DateAugust 26, 2003
LabelHypnotize Minds Productions
LanguageEnglish
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Lyrics

Frayser man tell these **** how it was in the Bay
Comin' up I was told to take what a **** need
**** say let's rob a **** blind and dammit, I'd agree
Learned from the best Green Bry way back in the day
In the Bay saw a **** get jacked for his jacket
It all started when my cousin put a gun up in my hand
Already had some sticky fingers, time to rob a man
Doin' dirt since a young cat, you name it probably done that
You let me in your house a day later a **** come back
Get the mask, get the Glock, haulin' ass to your block
Stuntin a little to much my **** got me mobbin to your spot
Wrong place at the wrong time, incidently cost
Got on Jordans size twelve, **** I'm like take 'em off
Kick a door off the hinge, house call, comin' in
Got a cocksucka dope and his dividends
Ain't no friends in this fucking game that we call life
Wear your Cartier to the Club better think twice
So I'm fresh up out the pen once again with mask and Glock
Give me dividends or my friend, yo' ass get popped
Fresh up out the pen once again with mask and Glock
Give me dividends or my friend, yo' ass get popped
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
I see my victims, I gotta get him, I gotta stick him
How could I miss a chili which what made me pick him
Roley on his wrist, shoes on his whip, got me scoopin'
Gotta catch his ass all alone is what I'm hopin'
Got that fuckin' Glock, got it fuckin' cocked, that's fo' sho'
In about a minute he gon' find me kickin' in his door
Trail his ass home, in my hand the chrome, about to stain
If he give me static, automatic take him out the game
Pull up at his home and he all alone, Jackpot
Saw him grab his pistol out his muthafuckin' stash spot
Crept up behind to commit the Crime, drop the gat
Fore' I blow your ass off, put one threw your Gucci hat
Picked up the tone, now it's fuckin' on, robbed him blind
Didn't know that night, he'd be the victim of a fuckin' crime
Took all his cash, stashed on his ass, nah-nah
Now that a **** can fit, my description, he can't stay alive
So I'm fresh up out the pen once again with mask and Glock
Give me dividends or my friend, yo' ass get popped
Fresh up out the pen once again with mask and Glock
Give me dividends or my friend, yo' ass get popped
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I say I had to (Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
Written by: Frayser Boy
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