Lyrics Get Me (feat. Littles & Noyd).lrc Mobb Deep
[id: pshjhocs]
[ar: Mobb Deep]
[al: Amerikaz Nightmare]
[ti: Get Me (feat. Littles & Noyd)]
[length: 04:31]
[00:03.18](Get me) uh-huh
[00:05.30](They pretty) uh-huh
[00:08.04](Wit’ me) uh-huh
[00:10.12](It’s crispy) yeah
[00:13.81]Whoo!
[00:16.09]Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
[00:21.70]Y’all just blowin’ smoke, fan in the fire
[00:23.66]Your wife is gettin’ curious homie, you better hide her
[00:26.15]Keep it gully baby boy, share that
[00:28.35]Easy when you see me, I don’t like to get stared at
[00:30.66]Niggaz only mad ’cause they asses can’t rap
[00:33.18]Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
[00:35.62]Yeah, sealed signed delivered, Anthrax
[00:37.83]You got a thousand niggaz, I’ll do numbers with half that
[00:40.43]Catch me wildin’ out with a mami in Club Black
[00:42.99]Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed (yeah)
[00:45.73]If it’s something I’m feelin’ you runnin’ that
[00:47.91]And we don’t let a thing slide, baby, what’s up with that?
[00:50.43]Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped
[00:53.03]Havoc make tracks, didn’t know, just hold that
[00:55.68]Career ain’t goin’ so well, I got that
[00:58.18]Slide you some hot shit, nigga, it’s a wrap
[01:00.35]See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
[01:02.69]But I got the pounds and them .9’s (they pretty)
[01:04.94]See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit’ me)
[01:07.37]Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)
[01:09.86]Yeah, y’all niggaz pussy, son
[01:12.36]Y’all not known for bustin’ them guns
[01:14.63]So for the .9, I got beef for days
[01:17.06]Y’all want it wit’ us, don’t get carried away
[01:19.25]Call the coroner (yo)
[01:19.81]A closed mouth don’t get fed, that’s why I talk to him
[01:22.17]I’m hungry, niggaz is eatin’ four pounds, I walk through them
[01:24.88]Either you shook or your .9 spray
[01:26.31]You got a row of 16 and a clip, one in the head around my way
[01:29.99]Fuck with my money, you be shot the fuck-up
[01:32.15]The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck-up
[01:34.61]Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck-up
[01:37.03]When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck-up
[01:39.71]There ain’t a nigga that can cramp my style
[01:41.68]15, get money, livin’ frozen out
[01:44.09]You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
[01:46.69]Before I show you what the .9 or 380 like
[01:49.19]Want beef? Motherfucker, come and get me
[01:51.42]All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
[01:54.04]Not a nickel get sold in the park ‘less I eat
[01:56.48]Think different, the mac’ll spin you like the G-Unit piece
[01:58.85]See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
[02:00.85]But I got the pounds and them .9’s (they pretty)
[02:03.31]See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit’ me)
[02:05.89]Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy) (aiyyo, hey, hey)
[02:08.23]Look, I walk around with my pound in a glass
[02:10.69]Puffin’ my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
[02:13.45]How I roll? Why would you ask?
[02:15.32]Know I’m swingin’ my piece, pocket full of G’s, gun in the stash
[02:18.41]I know you all roll with the boys with the badge
[02:20.33]That’s why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie, I just laugh
[02:23.50]From the ave, where snitches get blast
[02:25.37]They say, “No Noyd, you won’t blow makin’ songs like that”
[02:28.16]I say, “Homie, you sell your soul to glitter, it don’t last”
[02:30.65]I don’t get no bigger, I’ma keep it realer to death
[02:33.01]Fuck is a check if you ain’t bustin’ a TEC
[02:35.25]Nigga we countin’ the scrilla with the gun on the deck
[02:37.60]Countin’ the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
[02:40.49]We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
[02:42.66]We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
[02:45.38]It’s deep, we can’t even speak in certain rooms
[02:47.65]See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
[02:49.68]But I got the pounds and them .9’s (they pretty)
[02:52.22]See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit’ me)
[02:54.65]Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)
[02:57.26]Yeah, you all niggaz pussy, son
[02:59.51]Y’all not known for bustin’ them guns (nope)
[03:01.96]So for the .9, I got beef for days (you get outta here)
[03:04.45]Y’all want it wit’ us, don’t get carried away (fuck outta here)
[03:06.43]Call the coroner
[03:06.98]I’m tellin’ you it’s somethin’ about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
[03:09.64]They bloodthirsty for that rap music yo
[03:12.10]It’s not a song, it’s a goddamn bomb fittin’ to blow
[03:14.33]They not a group, they a motherfuckin’ gang for sho’
[03:16.85]More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
[03:19.19]Let’s not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
[03:21.66]All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
[03:24.13]E’ry time we drop a new one, the streets gon’ go
[03:26.53]Straight berserk, ’cause we don’t play with that there (uh-huh)
[03:29.39]They know it’s safe to spend they money over here
[03:31.46]E’ry time they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
[03:33.96]That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
[03:36.47]Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam them
[03:39.02]They know it’s safe to spend they doe over here (right here, right here)
[03:41.12]Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast
[03:43.81]Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack
[03:46.35]See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
[03:48.26]But I got the pounds and them .9’s (they pretty)
[03:50.72]See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit’ me)
[03:53.02]Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)
[03:55.44]Yeah, you all niggaz pussy, son
[03:58.01]Y’all not known for bustin’ them guns
[04:00.37]So for the ‘9, I got beef for days
[04:02.93]Y’all want it wit’ us, don’t get carried away
[04:04.94]Call the coroner
[04:05.94]Year of Release: 2004