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

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 late night all of your rocks
Got, is how you get Got
Some girl from pink said, "I like you alot"
Got, is how you get Got

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

Like "Fuck that, picture them me run that"
But acting invincible, just sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now, and certain individuals
Swear they rollin' and get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashin' all revenue
You takin' a ride on the medical, like
Colorful sparks, yellow and
A full on attack and it's to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust and cop a plea
But five of and one of you, that equal Got to me

get me
get me
Don't me

Come on ya'll now, let's be
Some got a rough time keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, probably self-esteem
They to be seen, get hymned like Aberdeen
Cats think it can't happen the gats start clappin'
They comin' down the spittin' fire like a dragon
'Cause while the goods glisten, certain take position
To observe your trick, and then catch that ass

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

hunger in the street that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, steal to eat
Cats at the weigh-in, and they playin' for keeps
Don't sleep, roll up in your passengers seat
There is law, whether rich or poor
say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side and get off head-trips
'Fore some cats pull out them and make you head-less

get me
get me
Don't me