Get Me (feat. Littles & Noyd)

(Get me) uh-huh

(They pretty) uh-huh

(Wit' me) uh-huh

(It's crispy) yeah

Whoo!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo

Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire

Your wife is gettin' curious homie, you better hide her

Keep it gully baby boy, share that

Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at

Niggaz only mad 'cause they asses can't rap

Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped

Yeah, sealed signed delivered, Anthrax

You got a thousand niggaz, I'll do numbers with half that

Catch me wildin' out with a mami in Club Black

Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed (yeah)

If it's something I'm feelin' you runnin' that

And we don't let a thing slide, baby, what's up with that?

Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped

Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that

Career ain't goin' so well, I got that

Slide you some hot shit, nigga, it's a wrap

See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)

But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)

See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)

Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)

Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy, son

Y'all not known for bustin' them guns

So for the .9, I got beef for days

Y'all want it wit' us, don't get carried away

Call the coroner (yo)

A closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him

I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk through them

Either you shook or your .9 spray

You got a row of 16 and a clip, one in the head around my way

Fuck with my money, you be shot the fuck-up

The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck-up

Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck-up

When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck-up

There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style

15, get money, livin' frozen out

You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe

Before I show you what the .9 or 380 like

Want beef? Motherfucker, come and get me

All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street

Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat

Think different, the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece

See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)

But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)

See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)

Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy) (aiyyo, hey, hey)

Look, I walk around with my pound in a glass

Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash

How I roll? Why would you ask?

Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash

I know you all roll with the boys with the badge

That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie, I just laugh

From the ave, where snitches get blast

They say, "No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs like that"

I say, "Homie, you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last"

I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death

Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin' a TEC

Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the deck

Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests

We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest

We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown

It's deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms

See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)

But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)

See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)

Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)

Yeah, you all niggaz pussy, son

Y'all not known for bustin' them guns (nope)

So for the .9, I got beef for days (you get outta here)

Y'all want it wit' us, don't get carried away (fuck outta here)

Call the coroner

I'm tellin' you it's somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke

They bloodthirsty for that rap music yo

It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow

They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for sho'

More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh

Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa

All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc

E'ry time we drop a new one, the streets gon' go

Straight berserk, 'cause we don't play with that there (uh-huh)

They know it's safe to spend they money over here

E'ry time they cop from somebody else, the shit wack

That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack

Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam them

They know it's safe to spend they doe over here (right here, right here)

Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast

Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack

See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)

But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)

See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)

Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)

Yeah, you all niggaz pussy, son

Y'all not known for bustin' them guns

So for the '9, I got beef for days

Y'all want it wit' us, don't get carried away

Call the coroner