Get Him

{Hook}

you aint comin round here talkin all that shit

talkin bout look at all them bricks

imma have to come around your way

nigga im real you all too fake

aint no pistol where your mama stay

act like i dont know where you lay

better act right before i get uptight

act up umma let the automatic spray

{Chorus}

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

{Verse 1}

Hold up, where dey at

Khaled don’t let me get em

Gun cocked, where his children

No talk, time to get em

Fake niggas gon make me kill em

Make his body shiver like hes naked in a river

Matter of fact umma leave him in da river

Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back

Im gutta done told ya that

Roc boy bitch hova back

Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack

See nigga you a lie like pac is back

Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie wont last

See ya something like paper tags

Don’t make me slide dem macs

To save one blast and get his ass

{Hook}

you aint comin round here talkin all that shit

talkin bout look at all them bricks

imma have to come around your way

nigga im real you all too fake

aint no pistol where your mama stay

act like i dont know where you lay

better act right before i get uptight

act up umma let the automatic spray

{Chorus}

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

{Verse 2}

Now let me get him when I walk up in da place

Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake

Fuck niggas and I really don’t think

that I know where dey lay ducktape dey face

Pop pop, unload dat K

Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days

Pussy niggas, know where you lay

Actin like I don’t know where you stay

Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake

Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs

(Whaaaaaat)

Yee aint talk that lie

(Huuuuhhhh)

Yee aint got no stride

(Nahhhhhhhhh)

You really grind

leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em

Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town

We gon g-g-gettem

{Hook}

you aint comin round here talkin all that shit

talkin bout look at all them bricks

imma have to come around your way

nigga im real you all too fake

aint no pistol where your mama stay

act like i dont know where you lay

better act right before i get uptight

act up umma let the automatic spray

{Chorus}

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

{Verse 3}

Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know

When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova

Big hold and ya body like coasters

Creep creep we deep with soldiers

Black hoes that’ll carry that toaster

Hot head now they callin me foldiers

But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters

When I see where your family at

Pop pop just call me ace

Slump niggas umma call you dead

Click clack then your t-shirt red

Hand em a tampon

No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on

And I take your mans arm

Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn

{Hook}

you aint comin round here talkin all that shit

talkin bout look at all them bricks

imma have to come around your way

nigga im real you all too fake

aint no pistol where your mama stay

act like i dont know where you lay

better act right before i get uptight

act up umma let the automatic spray

{Chorus}

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

boy there he go

get em

blocka blocka blocka blocka

boy there he go