My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my my paper my scratch My my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my my straps My oozies, my choppas my gats, my my choppas my gats
The wires the the traps Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax When these out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova' Just remember tell my I love her, I love her On top of the i the r the s Police lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest Fo' tax evasion, identification Up under alias number bail Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to An' told some Vallejo didn't raise no powder When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers Make somebody gon' mind newspaper readers Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' Did he first an' ask questions later I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna him
git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out The the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
After ditchin' an' dodgin' the I found myself in South All by myself an' runnin' the block hustlin' an' them rocks Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots Greasin' an' cleanin' my an' throwin' away pots Coppin' an' chops Sewin' an' up cock Scheming an' plottin' my Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up An' makin' 'em watch me they botch Servin' in a drought I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck out Already it's heavy I'm Two nights ago ran upon the person Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head Instead it hit me in my leg Who got a Can't go see a surgeon cause I on medicaid or should I say medical I'm in this pal for quite Now I wanted for a little while Somebody a dime an' I was [phone rings]
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out The highs the speeds the chases, the the laps the races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
The grays the the bussies Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby Stressin' poppin' Takin' more than I got the chills Tryin' to get from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons Engine block cracked with some of them 355 them 7's Ya get mopped as far as I neva been no sucka in life Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice around when they brought me down to be exact On the I'm nothin' but up in here I'm dat act
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out git it, gotta git gone, git on out Gotta git it, git gone, git on out git it. gotta git gone, git on out The highs the speeds chases, the relays the laps the races My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim