"Get It In" lyrics
(feat. Alchemist & Name Brand)
West up, West up, yeah
ALC The Alchemist, Ras Kass, yeah
Muthafuckas, Eat Or Die
12 15, no pain, no gain, five minutes of fame, 12 21
40 dollas to my name and I still got game
And I spit like Latin kings and razor blades
My veins pump grenades, I inflame the stage
How I'm pretty, act so ugly and get major paid
It's a shame to say some gorgeous dames is lames
Never fuck with hoops, that bitch kiss Flavor Flav tongue
I'm that rare MC, lyricist, ghetto fly nigga
Ie., B.I.G., Pac, T.I., Jigga, my nigga
I change jewelry almost as often as I change draws
Switch lanes and change cars (Whoo)
Relax in the coupe, black on black like I'm a star
Rolls Royce, the Range Rover, call it R&R and yawnon me
Cause I know for a fact your sister suck a mean dick
And your bitch like sodomy
My word is religion and track is theology
New god MC, Allahu Akbar
Niggas can't escape, I'm like a pit with a locked jaw
Shoot you through a bag of [?]
He could really be a pop star
(Let's get it in) What?
I'm getting fly, I'm gettin' bigger cheddar
Gettin' a buzz now, I'm gettin' big like Valetta
I'm gettin' bad bitches, I'm in the top 5
Greatest of all time cause my spit wetter
I'm getting Benzes, woodgrain with the sick leather
And the scariest part, I'm only gettin' better
Don't like it? Take a hike, tough luck
And if you talk that shit bitch, you can get fucked up
Nigga, I'm a hard act to follow
Nigga, my mood's hollow
You wanna draw the line, I'm feelin' like Picasso (Woo)
20 bars, I'm finna hike the price from a dime to a quarter
Before they notice the price up
We centerfold in the game and change flights
So the next time we order a pack, you know where I'm at
7 dollas out of the trunk, I'm slaughterin' crack
My back pockets pop like the lottery check
Pot on the stove is cookin' so it gotta be rap
They hear that voice,so I gotta be back
They call me Name! And yeah of course he has 300 horses
That's stashed in the back of the Porsche
Really that's not important
I'm bringin' the sport back to the porch and off of TV
You often see me, N-A comma M-E [?] with Ras as the general
They yakkin [?]
(Let's get it in) What?
I'm getting fly, I'm gettin' bigger cheddar
Gettin' a buzz now, I'm gettin' big like Valetta
I'm gettin' bad bitches, I'm in the top 5
Greatest of all time cause my spit wetter
I'm getting Benzes, woodgrain with the sick leather
And the scariest part, I'm only gettin' better
Don't like it? Take a hike, tough luck
And if you talk that shit bitch, you can get fucked up
ALC The Alchemist, Ras Kass, yeah
Muthafuckas, Eat Or Die
12 15, no pain, no gain, five minutes of fame, 12 21
40 dollas to my name and I still got game
And I spit like Latin kings and razor blades
My veins pump grenades, I inflame the stage
How I'm pretty, act so ugly and get major paid
It's a shame to say some gorgeous dames is lames
Never fuck with hoops, that bitch kiss Flavor Flav tongue
I'm that rare MC, lyricist, ghetto fly nigga
Ie., B.I.G., Pac, T.I., Jigga, my nigga
I change jewelry almost as often as I change draws
Switch lanes and change cars (Whoo)
Relax in the coupe, black on black like I'm a star
Rolls Royce, the Range Rover, call it R&R and yawnon me
Cause I know for a fact your sister suck a mean dick
And your bitch like sodomy
My word is religion and track is theology
New god MC, Allahu Akbar
Niggas can't escape, I'm like a pit with a locked jaw
Shoot you through a bag of [?]
He could really be a pop star
(Let's get it in) What?
I'm getting fly, I'm gettin' bigger cheddar
Gettin' a buzz now, I'm gettin' big like Valetta
I'm gettin' bad bitches, I'm in the top 5
Greatest of all time cause my spit wetter
I'm getting Benzes, woodgrain with the sick leather
And the scariest part, I'm only gettin' better
Don't like it? Take a hike, tough luck
And if you talk that shit bitch, you can get fucked up
Nigga, I'm a hard act to follow
Nigga, my mood's hollow
You wanna draw the line, I'm feelin' like Picasso (Woo)
20 bars, I'm finna hike the price from a dime to a quarter
Before they notice the price up
We centerfold in the game and change flights
So the next time we order a pack, you know where I'm at
7 dollas out of the trunk, I'm slaughterin' crack
My back pockets pop like the lottery check
Pot on the stove is cookin' so it gotta be rap
They hear that voice,so I gotta be back
They call me Name! And yeah of course he has 300 horses
That's stashed in the back of the Porsche
Really that's not important
I'm bringin' the sport back to the porch and off of TV
You often see me, N-A comma M-E [?] with Ras as the general
They yakkin [?]
(Let's get it in) What?
I'm getting fly, I'm gettin' bigger cheddar
Gettin' a buzz now, I'm gettin' big like Valetta
I'm gettin' bad bitches, I'm in the top 5
Greatest of all time cause my spit wetter
I'm getting Benzes, woodgrain with the sick leather
And the scariest part, I'm only gettin' better
Don't like it? Take a hike, tough luck
And if you talk that shit bitch, you can get fucked up
