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Some cats really like to, you
Profile and
And then the jooks go down, all at once they

get me
get me
Don't me

You're out on the block at the spot
Got, is how you get Got
At the spot and your hand is mad hot
Got, is how you get Got
Out in Brooklyn night flashing all of your rocks
Got, is how you get Got
Some girl from pink house said, "I you alot"
Got, is how you get Got

This one goes to all them Big Will
With ice on limbs and big rims on they Ac
You rollin' 'round with your system bumped
And windows cracked low to profile and front
Now I like to nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain you just don't do
Like high when you far from home
Or like high postin' you all alone
Now this would seem to be common sense
But be livin' off, sheer confidence

Like "Fuck that, them tellin' me run that"
But invincible, just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now, and certain individuals
they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, all your revenue
You a ride on the Downstate medical, like
sparks, yellow and blue
A on attack and it's happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust and cop a plea
But of them and one of you, that equal Got to me

get me
get me
Don't me

Come on now, let's be real
Some got a rough time keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, it's probably
They fiending to be seen, get hymned like
think it can't happen until the gats start clappin'
They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a
'Cause the goods glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your trick, and catch that ass slippin'

Like, come on now ock, you expect?
Got a paycheck danglin' off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up mittens
With heat in condition to start the getti-gettin'
They clique creepin' like Sandanista guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters, these is playa killers
Mr. Fash-ion, that never last long
The you flash, harder you get flashed on

There's hunger in the street is hard to defeat
Many for sport, more steal to eat
Cats heavy at the weigh-in, and they playin' for
sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether or poor
Some say life's a game, to more, is war
So put them egos to the side and get off them
'Fore some cats out them heaters and make you head-less

get me
get me
Don't me