Fat Joe, Armageddon, Ludacris - Get the Hell On With That lyrics

Whoa, whoa, whoa all you frontin-ass niggas
Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
Yo, get the hell on with that
(say what, say what what?)
Get the hell on with that
(say what, say what what?) yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin at me
While my girl standin there?
These bitches actin like they
Never seen a millionaire feel my pockets
Wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like? You confused man
That shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggas livin bummy
Wasn't fuckin with me now nigga get it on
Soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A T-L bitches, pay my bail bitches


Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat
'em down to a pulp
It's the F-A T, to the, J-O-E
Drink Cris' with the Feds when
They come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G
Number one with a slug, what
You expect from me, huh?
Are you serious? If you see a nigga frontin
Fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what? If you see a bitch frontin
In her best friend's clothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?

Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami
If you fuck for dough then you's a ho
And no I'm not the one
That don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me
Your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat
So get the hell on with that
Don't you even feel it
Get the hell on with that
I'm aight I'm chillin
Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door
I woulda let you know
Coulda saved you a mouth full of head y mo'
Coulda made you a thug from
The guy with the mo' but yo
I ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed
On and that was it see me in the video like
"Bitch is suckin dick!"
You let him in at one time
Cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs
He don't pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop
He ain't got no dough
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?

Ludacris be the number one street
- clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a
Leg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat -
Down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street - sound
Hitters and runners killers and gunners
Winter to summer the niggas that want us
Are headed East - bound
Trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, they cover your mouth
I'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed
Birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
But I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but I'm
Handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed
Up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta
Get the hell on widdit, bIATCH
Yo, yo, all these niggas that claim thug
Like they're the type
But when it's time to go to
War they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint?
I don't know you man!
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what
Say what what?

Yeah, haha, TS, Terror
Get the hell on with that
Get the hell on with that
Yeah, Charlie Rock LD, uhh
Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the hell on with that
Get the hell on with that yeah