I remove your roof nigga let the sun in Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one in a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as bastard, I'm takin' it back to day one No kids, but trust me I how to raise a gun For niggaz think I spend my days in the sun Well, here's the shock of your life, the not the mic Homey I'm not hype, trust me, I'm still street
You still fuckin' up then me I still creep Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin' real But reach and I bury sixty feet deep S dot Carter rappers into martyrs Seperate fathers from daughters, why bother I'm a like you, I took like you I disobeyed the law threw out the book you How dare you look at jigga I'm shook like boo I keep the fifth me nigga, come and get me
and get me Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka and get me! Ka ka ka come and get me and get me! Ka ka ka Ka ka ka ka Come and get me, and get me
know what y'all niggaz is Tryin' to do but I don't it Yeah, gangster shit Hey, uh huh uh uhh shit Uhh, straight gangster Roc
Yo, your summer's to get hot home from jail and they plottin' Heard about the watch, the hard-top The continental T, got 'em me God I hard, please don't envy me I paid the cost to be the to floss this hard I can recall a year ago, I lost this job All y'all is the part about me parkin' the hog What about all them days I was my dogs?
Barkin at broads, but they never hollered And if did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?" Imagine, skinny growin' up around broader cats The quiet assassin' demeanor of them college I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back Round the way, niggaz called me Bouchete Now all I hear is whispers of what you do to Jay How gon' stick me up, take my jewels away Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise Well, I got for y'all fools today, hey
I got, shots to come and get me nigga wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga I won't part this, come and get me nigga I worked for this, come and get me nigga I got shots to give, and get me and get me
I made it so, you say Marcy and it was all good I ain't crossover, I the suburbs to the hood Made 'em relate to your struggle, 'em 'bout your hustle Went on MTV do-rags, I made them love you You know them people wouldn't be fuckin' witchu Til I made 'em why you do what you do I expected to hear, "Jay, if it for you" But instead, all I hear is buzzin' in crew
How y'all scheamin', tryin' to get accustomed to my So y'all tape my mouth, stake out my house But I got pride, I'm a nigga I gotta cock back and pull the first how Jigga work The funny thing, I represent everytime I spit a verse And that's the that hurts But hey, I got my right, got my nine right here So when y'all that the time is right
I got, shots to come and get me nigga Y'all rob the kid? Come and get me nigga I won't part with this, and get me nigga I worked for this, come and get me nigga I got shots to give, and get me and get me
Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo It's fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle I'm it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna My game change but my mindframe remains the I protect what's mine Shit I from nothin', zero, zip I made my way hustlin', I owe niggaz shit I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun
Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz flipped I a banger in the ankle, one in the hip Two in the stash, one up when I shift I one under the chair where I sit I got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch Ask Big, everytime come to my crib He'd find gun that I hid I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest there is Everyday like a hundred-and-six,
I got shots to give, and get me nigga Y'all wanna rob the kid? and get me nigga I won't part with this, and get me nigga I worked hard for this, and get me nigga I got to give, come and get me and get me
I got shots to give, and get me nigga Y'all wanna rob the kid? and get me nigga I part with this, come and get me nigga I worked hard for this, and get me nigga I got to give, come and get me I got, and get me
Motherfuckers!