*come get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it
*come get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)
see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that
i'm spittin' Put it like this in the primetime of the night you can try ta come in But cha can't go and split it ha ha (laughing) get it Better watch
nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K will slow you down ? any vest it will go through My hood is tainted-up, it's
it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags? What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it
All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The
runnin' from a dirty bitch Nigga you thirty six You don't want it with the kid at all Same shit bigger bathroom my niggas brawl When we come after you it
it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
backwards head twisted While I'm layin in the coffin The shit comes around so often So tell me something Before I take it out on the world, and get
throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey-G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get
jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look as I cut the records
shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it
cause we rhyme for it) We ride for it, we do time for it (Our mans die for it all our moms cry for it) No other hood in the world could put a stop on
t be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically
these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] One thing
t care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse Three
