Get Use To It

We up in here, so get use to it

Happy New Year, so get use to it

West Coast, baby, so get use to it

Ever since the '80s, so get use to it

Yeah, and y'all better get use to it

The takeover, and y'all better get use to it

The gang's okay, and y'all better get use to it

Hand it over, and y'all better get use to it

If you try to get wit me, pull a four on the fifty

Fuck yo monkey ass up like Bobby did Whitney

Trigger fingers get itchy when niggaz get bitchy

And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki

Well you're green and you're iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy

If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy

All my niggaz that's wit me, all my bitches are picky

To ride around, that's right on time, bitch you know it's tricky

Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy

When we hittin' that whisky, all my niggaz get pissy

Don't fuck wit no sissy, all we bumpin' is Missy

If you know where I am motherfucker come get me

I'm a man out of Mickey, all my niggaz love hickies

That don't go away til ya well in your sixties

All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me

When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nicky's

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it (second place)

And y'all better get use to it (runner up)

And y'all better get use to it (look it up)

And y'all better get use to it (brrr)

call security

Fuck the dress code, I'm in the white tee with jewelry

Hand on my side with my nine, sat lyin' back in the club

wit your baby mama on my lap

Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of stones

Throw fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne

Thick watch, dick rocks, grip rocks, dick wot

What you niggas thought? Motherfucker, this is Lynch Mob

Don't make the trigger talk shit

I put additional air-condition holes in your belly top

And shorty, I don't get low, I rich roll

Swervin' on them MVPs, I call them Kobe's cause they 24's

Still spittin' out sunflowers dump

And I'm down to bust, smell gunpowder, the gun towers

Down south, y'all can screw with this, the West too true

Keep the party jumpin' like we flew in and never lose it

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (so get use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (second place)

And y'all better get use to it (runner up)

And y'all better get use to it (look it up)

And y'all better get use to it

gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it

It's the Don Gotti Jr. slash motherfuckin' poet

Sit back and take notes while I spin like 100 spokes

My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for ya throat

With that West Coast gang bang, watch him when his chain hang

East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same thang

Throw up ya dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang

Harder than that nigga barrellin' thru ya hood wit two chains

Swangin' like he's nuts, cuz he don't give a fuck

I know nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chucks

It's that Westside, connected with that nigga who flow so reckless

He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I bet this

Motherfuckin' coast ain't got shit after me

Ain't have shit before Cube except a Dub-C

The Mack circle is back with mad purple, in fact

I'm bout to join the Lynch Mob, that's me squirtin' the Mack, motherfuckers

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (so get use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (so get use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it (use to it)

And y'all better get use to it (WHAS UP!)

If you don't like what's going on, you better get use to it

Lynch Mob niggas are the craziest