Get Mine

Engine, engine number 9

On that Mason-Dixon line

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine

Gripping nickel plated nines

So you get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

I'm a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler

King of the drop, they'll never be much iller

Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes

And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter

Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater

Send the police they can keep knocking, we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching

Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break

And the next door neighbor wanna relocate - uh

You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time

Black sheeps son of a landmine

The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I

Engine, engine number 9

On that Maxon-Dixon line

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine

Gripping nickel plated nines

So you get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ

"Go DJ!"

So motherfucking outta tune hit

Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits

And I don't give two fucks about your two sips

Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits

Black sheep son of a land mine

The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I

Engine, engine number 9

On that Mason-Dixon line

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine

Gripping nickel plated nines

So you get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway

Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way

Bones, Klever, shotgun

Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla

Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit

Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip

The south is in it, deep in it with bump

Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump

Another round and the cops might have to hold me down

If you don't know me then know me I'll die in the ground

Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground

Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now

Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted

My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"

Black sheeps son of a landmine

The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I

Engine, engine number 9

On that Mason-Dixon line

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine

Gripping nickel plated nines

So you get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine

You get yours and I'll get mine