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Tytuł: Get Ya

  • Wykonawca: Twista
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Weee straight
  
  [Highbeam]
  Extra extra read all about it
  The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
  Fuck a truce put the side on the news
  Got killers that'll ride from the loc to the deuce
  I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch
  at the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga
  You still a bitch nigga
  Sticking ya head up at a meter now you die how do ya figure
  Acting hard with your Capris on
  I come out at the neck of the woods on ya ass nigga ease on
  And where ya from no ain't shit to me
  Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history
  Evident you you weren't meant to be
  Jacking over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency
  Born and bad seed outta the crowd
  Like David Gunna you don't wanna see me angry pal
  I'll raise up on ya ass like a root canal
  Get fucking up shit like the trenchcoat mafia
  Unbelievable how we popping ya
  
  [Chorus: Highbeam + Twista]
  [H] Them state street boys will get ya
  [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
  [H] Them Westside guys will get ya
  [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
  [H] Them Southside boys will get ya
  [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
  [H] Them Chi Town boys will get ya
  [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture
  
  [Highbeam]
  Let em all know now we piece and spit
  Talk about shit bout we ain't choking thangs
  I gave two to the motherfucking pork chop and watch his body drop man
  Let em test the skills of us niggas thats triggerly inclined
  Dump off on the rocks and monica red link
  while blocks young guns on the grind
  Out on the field what would a tribe nigga do
  In a kill or be killed situation
  Drama's what you motherfuckers facing
  While he running I'm walking like Jason
  Shocking your motherfucking body like grave dig
  Then we dumping you all the say did
  I bring pain to y'all niggas who be hating
  Forcification bout my nation got me sniffing up information
  Gimme the body dig a ditch
  Bury the motherfuckers like old ancient blue prints
  Execute you use em find em hit em split em 4 to the vest
  What a way make to rhinos rip through the flesh
  God bless us thugs that hold our own controls
  On a mission yaking the snitch know to get it on
  24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
  Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
  and your throat is gone, suffocating em by dozens
  Running with grim reapers handing out some good guns
  And it all kicked off some shit you said
  Now look at the little pus dressed up in red
  
  [Chorus: Highbeam + Twista]
  [H] Them state street boys will get ya
  [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
  [H] Them Westside guys will get ya
  [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
  [H] Them Southside boys will get ya
  [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
  [H] Them Chi Town boys will get ya
  [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture
  [H] Them St. Louis boys will get ya
  [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
  [H] Them Houston guys with get ya
  [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
  [H] Them Cleveland boys will get ya
  [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
  [H] Them dirty South boys will get yet
  [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture
  
  [Highbeam]
  Whatcha gone do when them niggas run up to you
  Don't fold stroll mean mugging you with them thangs out
  How you gonna play that terror roll
  or let the merch unfold slaughtery act at 11 to it and then die
  Laid off in the streets with a psychotic thugs wont stop playing for keeps
  He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps
  Clock ticking slow its a quarter past three
  Lights on lights off in your community
  Your block's having problems with electricity
  Beat gang and in the presence of the one you envy
  So go collect strucks chains greens and weed
  Burn off a little bit of rubber if you ride with me
  Slipping the clip in and put your pistol back on your hip
  And I'm giving you half of the wild green
  Down with them niggas Mobstability
  Let's keep em feeling me we bogus with vocal trilogy
  Get in a game where you get crapped out
  Spooking the mouses with design got them niggas pulling macks out
  For the love of the green liar promotion
  Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing some backs out
  
  [Chorus: Highbeam + Twista]
  [H] Them state street boys will get ya
  [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
  [H] Them Westside guys will get ya
  [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
  [H] Them Southside boys will get ya
  [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
  [H] Them Chi Town boys will get ya
  [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture
  [H] Them St. Louis boys will get ya
  [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
  [H] Them Houston guys with get ya
  [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
  [H] Them East coast boys will get ya
  [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
  [H] Them dirty South boys will get yet
  [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture