Gettin It — текст песни (Mase)





[mase]

How my complain, na?

When Im as pretty as my father?

And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes? )

That know each other (yeah)



Yo, Im the problem niggas got, but scared to step to it

If a nigga really want it with me? lets do it

See cats in the club, its just music

Thieves and killersll tell ya, I just proved it

I set the tone, ya niggas adjust to it

Spit bars, niggas do sets and reps to it

Im the type that get 30 years and rep through it

Want it wit us? come put your best to it

Come clean now, Ill send these tests to it

I should get a nike contract the way I "just do it"

You know I hide bs on it

Come on b.s. and leave on it

Get 50 grand and breathe on it

Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it

Might hit a chicken and then put cease on it

Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw

Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor

If they dont show you where the coke at, beat em some more

Make em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw

While Im sittin in the car, chick goin to get my jar

So I greet them like the chicken they are

Said shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car

Tell ya now, thats like lynchin the law

Aint no gettin up if I hit you

So all them cowards wanna ride with you

They either die with you, or lie cripple

Mess with me, now why would you?

Niggas die dealin with dough thats quadruple

Double up



1 - [mase & flex]

Where all my down super stars at? (gettin it)

Where the cats at the barn at? (gettin it)

Where the 90 girls that? (gettin it)

Where the girls around the world at? (gettin it)



Real hair, real furs (gettin it)

Got a house thats hers (gettin it)

For my niggas outta town at (gettin it)

Cant forget my niggas locked down at

(gettin it, uh huh)



[mase]

Yo, its like some be real, sold me three and squeal

Some hold they head, some see appeal

Some come home wild in the week to kill

Then show old cats young cats be real

Deep throat be how I greet my chick

Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six

Any man call me fam, got at least a brick

Shut the whole morgue down just for easter kicks

When Im down and out and I need the chips

Vietnam will be how I leave your script

And it take dough just to reach the rich

So cant no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh

And dont rush to be somethin that youre not

Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked

And any cat mess with us get one shot

To do what he gotta do and get somethin hot

Blaque, back up, what what

Blaque, back up, all out

(where you at? where you at? )



Repeat 1



[mase]

Yo, please dont make murda live out the name

Im only here to get enough, then Im out the game

A nigga didnt want drama, why he came?

Its like tryin to win, know you cross the grain

Messin with my niggas, yall will both get the same

Cut cross the face, now you both look the same

Still wanted for the bricks, took up in maine

Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim

Please dont be stupid, come out the chain

Dont be a hero, this clip will bang

A nigga like mase probably got everything

X-30 gs, then why buy a plane?

No skinny benzs, wide-bodied things

Four dot, six dot, chick dot range

Uh, all out (cmon)

Bad boy, double up

(where you at? where you at? where you at? )

Its not a game



Repeat 1

Repeat 1



Come on, come on



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