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Get At Me
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Get At Me was released on December 11, 2001 by LOUD/Columbia as a part of the album Infamy
AlbumInfamy
ReleasedDecember 11, 2001
LabelLOUD/Columbia
LanguageEnglish
BPM97
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Real loaded, in the flesh
And we know where we aimin'
Check me out
[Verse 2]
Yo, you's baby boy rapper, breast-fed ****
I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type ****
Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter
With the gat, I'm like Basquiat paintin' that picture
Listen to the words, take it as a jewel
If I'm **** your bird, just maintain cool
'Cause I won't take the L
Whether in your crib or the outside world
'Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail
Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em
Get at me, you and what army?
The fashion-ass **** you hang with
Have a plate of grave shift
Man down, **** it's the same ****
****like kids and I don't play with 'em
Go get your father, ****, the smart decision
And I'm picking **** off with the sharp precision
****need to see the wis' because the heart is missin'
[Verse 3]
(Get at me)
**** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
****wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
**** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
****wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
[Verse 4]
Yeah, **** what's beef?
Shotties and macks, little two-shots
****arms and chest
Bag your strength, **** them bombs and fists
Knives and fork, ain't no time to think it's on
Just move on them **** with excessive force
And don't stop 'til them **** don't move no more
Broken hands, knuckles and **** gun handles
Dunn got his **** gunshot wounds through his mantle
Informers tell when snitches snitch
****them, buck more shots, get out that ****
Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out
Torch your house, stalk your kin,**** and friends
It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul
****liquor, for my ****, we gon' pour some blood out
****up how it goes down, innocent people blown down
****is here, brace yourself
[Verse 5]
(Get at me)
**** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
**** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
**** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
**** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita
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