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

get me
get me
Don't me

You're out on the hustling at the spot
Got, is how you get Got
At the gamblin' spot and your is mad hot
Got, is how you get Got
Out in Brooklyn late 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 to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they and big rims 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 high postin' when you far from
Or like high postin' when you all
Now this seem to be clear common sense
But cats be off, sheer confidence

"Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible, ain't sensible
nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals
Swear they hard and get robbed on principle
5 general, flashin' all your revenue
You takin' a on the Downstate medical, like
sparks, yellow and blue
A full on attack and it's to you
nothing you can do but bust back 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 ya'll now, be real
Some jokers got a rough keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, probably self-esteem
They fiending to be seen, get hymned Aberdeen
Cats think it can't until the gats start clappin'
They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a
'Cause while the glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your trick, and then catch ass slippin'

Like, on now ock, what you expect?
Got a paycheck danglin' off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin', rubbin' up they mittens
heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'
They clique starts creepin' like Sandanista
You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is 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 steal for sport, more to eat
Cats heavy at the weigh-in, and they for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers
There is universal law, whether rich or
Some say life's a game, to more, is war
So put egos to the side and get off them head-trips
'Fore cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less

get me
get me
Don't me