Get at Me (feat. Mete Jones & Blue Jones)
This ain't a glamour day, I'll let the hammer spray
And the kick from the fifth'll blow your man away
Fuck what your fam a say, mother fucker like monopoly
I'm here to take your property and land away
Now you can raise your voice and make a crazy face
I got the chrome and black iron that'll lay you straight
I'll frustrate you like that fine bitch that made you wait
Then I'll kill you like that fine bitch that gave you aids
So don't fuck with me, I got a crazy clique
When the stakes is high they'll stick you for your gravy quick
That's what the poster said, I'll let the toaster spread,
I'll fuckin roast your head, burn it like a loaf of bread
Cuz if I fire at you, you won't fire back
Fire Macs, lay you on the street like some tire tracks
I'm a real n reppin forty third the grove
Catch you in the kitchen put your brains on your dirty stove
How you a kingpin always rockin dirty clothes
How you a real pimp always cockin dirty hoes
Never held a brick, Never wore a icy chain
Never was a boss, hommie how is that the life you claim
For that stupid shit I normally would'a fucked your broad
But she's too fuckin ugly, might just let her suck me off
All your reps is like London Bridges fallin down
Mete Jones'll chop your legs off and watch you crawl around
Y'all dudes try to act crazy, cuz you rap crazy
Like you got screws loose and you clap babies
Like it's fascinating, anybody actin like that
My Mac'll introduce you to the fat lady
That mean it's over for cornball,
N and I don't feel wrong cuz at least I properly warned y'all
I roll wit a bunch trifling grimy n that might just
Crush your nuts wit a pair of vice grips
On the mic you bleed oil and spit ice chips
At home you just try to live your life like christ did
Your chain worth a hundred thou I priced it
To see somebody snatch it off your neck, that's priceless
Bitch-ass n you prolly take it off and put it on em
Tell em you're happy for em and it looks good on em
How dare you try to play the role of a thug
N you Valentine, heart is overloaded with love
You prolly never hurt a fly in your life
So if you die and go to hell it's cuz you told too many lies in your life
N goin out their way to be tough, but sure enough
Y'all ain't hard, here's a bra, your squad should be called
Charlie's Angels, because you're all Bitches hope you all listen
Dawg, I rock more wigs than bald bitches
Cuz I control the league major and minor
God must've been picturing y'all when he made the vagina
Cock sucker
And the kick from the fifth'll blow your man away
Fuck what your fam a say, mother fucker like monopoly
I'm here to take your property and land away
Now you can raise your voice and make a crazy face
I got the chrome and black iron that'll lay you straight
I'll frustrate you like that fine bitch that made you wait
Then I'll kill you like that fine bitch that gave you aids
So don't fuck with me, I got a crazy clique
When the stakes is high they'll stick you for your gravy quick
That's what the poster said, I'll let the toaster spread,
I'll fuckin roast your head, burn it like a loaf of bread
Cuz if I fire at you, you won't fire back
Fire Macs, lay you on the street like some tire tracks
I'm a real n reppin forty third the grove
Catch you in the kitchen put your brains on your dirty stove
How you a kingpin always rockin dirty clothes
How you a real pimp always cockin dirty hoes
Never held a brick, Never wore a icy chain
Never was a boss, hommie how is that the life you claim
For that stupid shit I normally would'a fucked your broad
But she's too fuckin ugly, might just let her suck me off
All your reps is like London Bridges fallin down
Mete Jones'll chop your legs off and watch you crawl around
Y'all dudes try to act crazy, cuz you rap crazy
Like you got screws loose and you clap babies
Like it's fascinating, anybody actin like that
My Mac'll introduce you to the fat lady
That mean it's over for cornball,
N and I don't feel wrong cuz at least I properly warned y'all
I roll wit a bunch trifling grimy n that might just
Crush your nuts wit a pair of vice grips
On the mic you bleed oil and spit ice chips
At home you just try to live your life like christ did
Your chain worth a hundred thou I priced it
To see somebody snatch it off your neck, that's priceless
Bitch-ass n you prolly take it off and put it on em
Tell em you're happy for em and it looks good on em
How dare you try to play the role of a thug
N you Valentine, heart is overloaded with love
You prolly never hurt a fly in your life
So if you die and go to hell it's cuz you told too many lies in your life
N goin out their way to be tough, but sure enough
Y'all ain't hard, here's a bra, your squad should be called
Charlie's Angels, because you're all Bitches hope you all listen
Dawg, I rock more wigs than bald bitches
Cuz I control the league major and minor
God must've been picturing y'all when he made the vagina
Cock sucker
Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Jones
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