Anybody Can Get It
GMG, Green Lantern on the beat
Uncle Murda, oh
Anybody can get it
And I ain't got a problem takin' care of the witness
Money, power, respect
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
I bust guns and them drugs I move it
Police know what I do but they can't prove it
I'll take your car, music bumpin' like what?
I don't know how to drive, I'ma crash your whip up
Then jump out the car, look police on my ass
I smoke too much, I can't run that fast
Then I turn around and start squeezin' at the coppers
They all fall back when I pull out that big chopper
Lil' homie, go ask your big brother
He'll tell you I'm the truth, that's word to your mother
I hate the cops and I know they hate me
I gotta smoke haze so I don't shoot at police
GMG for life and my killas is with me
It ain't hard to tell, I run Liberty City
Every project and south block in the city
They'll tell you listen to Murda, that boy gettin' busy
From Broker to Dukes, Bohan to Schottler
I got niggas sayin', I already shot ya
Yeah, I got my fo' fifth, yeah, I got a full clip
Yeah, GMG backin' up on my bullshit
I ain't gon' shoot ya leg or shoot you in the arm
I might shoot ya in the head or shoot ya baby moms
I put that work in but I ain't goin' to prison
I don't care 'bout that broad, anybody can get it
Anybody can get it
And I ain't got a problem takin' care of the witness
Money, power, respect
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
Uncle Murda, oh
Anybody can get it
And I ain't got a problem takin' care of the witness
Money, power, respect
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
I bust guns and them drugs I move it
Police know what I do but they can't prove it
I'll take your car, music bumpin' like what?
I don't know how to drive, I'ma crash your whip up
Then jump out the car, look police on my ass
I smoke too much, I can't run that fast
Then I turn around and start squeezin' at the coppers
They all fall back when I pull out that big chopper
Lil' homie, go ask your big brother
He'll tell you I'm the truth, that's word to your mother
I hate the cops and I know they hate me
I gotta smoke haze so I don't shoot at police
GMG for life and my killas is with me
It ain't hard to tell, I run Liberty City
Every project and south block in the city
They'll tell you listen to Murda, that boy gettin' busy
From Broker to Dukes, Bohan to Schottler
I got niggas sayin', I already shot ya
Yeah, I got my fo' fifth, yeah, I got a full clip
Yeah, GMG backin' up on my bullshit
I ain't gon' shoot ya leg or shoot you in the arm
I might shoot ya in the head or shoot ya baby moms
I put that work in but I ain't goin' to prison
I don't care 'bout that broad, anybody can get it
Anybody can get it
And I ain't got a problem takin' care of the witness
Money, power, respect
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
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Writer(s): James D'agostino, Leonard Grant
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