Jay Electronica, Guilty Simpson, Denaun - Get 'Em lyrics
[Jay Electronica, Guilty Simpson, Denaun - Get 'Em lyrics]
The games about to get hot ayo doc
You better tell them other producer niggas
That they bet' not drop wait
Cause Mr porter ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying
I'll fuck over you mans
When my crew get to bringing some
Guns and start the spraying
Have the whole crowd bowing
Like some Muslims praying
Boy, this niggas mad cause I fucked his toots
I got a way with hoes, my
Dicks long as Yao Ming foot, nope
Nope nope nah nigga your shit's invalid
I'm bout money
You chasing bitches like Jimmy Fallon
Well I'm the type to get 'em fucked up
Drunk and wiling
All crunk in the G-5 smilin, that's how I
(get em, get em)
See if you want that ho back
You ain't close to no pimp
You should focus on rap
I got bars big as coconuts nigga in fact
I keep a nine and a extra
Clip next to my sack
I don't give a damn my nigga
Peep me out I got a bomb
Ass gun and a landmine trigger
Posted at the bar, where I slam my liquor
Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters
You little insect fucks'll get crushed
No rap clique exists, it's just us
Saw you little fags
Posing in the pages of the rap mags
And I am the black flag
Spraying ya'll chumps to death, I'm that bad
And I don't even speak to cats, I'm that mad
So if I was on some brand new shit so what
You little coward niggas won't do shit
Approach with caution, your mans got issues
And I'm a great shot the heat
Will not miss you
If we got problems, I will not diss you
I'm a sic the dogs on ya'll to come get you
Six minutes Jay Elect you're on i transform
And blast on a nigga like megatron
I got the power
I'm on fire like the west wing of
The Pentagon and the North Tower
I'll break yo ass off proper
The resident doctors giving out
One way tickets
To ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
These fuck niggas ain't
Real like Snuffleupagus
That's why when they bumpin they gums
We let the muskets buss
You don't believe me, ask em
We smack rappers in they face
Spit on they kicks, and blast 'em
Yeah, get nervous now
I'm a fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns
I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns
You niggas look like heaps of
Steaks and burger mounds
When my ears start ringing
And them voices say "Hi!"t' em
I have no motherfucking choice but to get 'em
You better tell them other producer niggas
That they bet' not drop wait
Cause Mr porter ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying
I'll fuck over you mans
When my crew get to bringing some
Guns and start the spraying
Have the whole crowd bowing
Like some Muslims praying
Boy, this niggas mad cause I fucked his toots
I got a way with hoes, my
Dicks long as Yao Ming foot, nope
Nope nope nah nigga your shit's invalid
I'm bout money
You chasing bitches like Jimmy Fallon
Well I'm the type to get 'em fucked up
Drunk and wiling
All crunk in the G-5 smilin, that's how I
(get em, get em)
See if you want that ho back
You ain't close to no pimp
You should focus on rap
I got bars big as coconuts nigga in fact
I keep a nine and a extra
Clip next to my sack
I don't give a damn my nigga
Peep me out I got a bomb
Ass gun and a landmine trigger
Posted at the bar, where I slam my liquor
Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters
You little insect fucks'll get crushed
No rap clique exists, it's just us
Saw you little fags
Posing in the pages of the rap mags
And I am the black flag
Spraying ya'll chumps to death, I'm that bad
And I don't even speak to cats, I'm that mad
So if I was on some brand new shit so what
You little coward niggas won't do shit
Approach with caution, your mans got issues
And I'm a great shot the heat
Will not miss you
If we got problems, I will not diss you
I'm a sic the dogs on ya'll to come get you
Six minutes Jay Elect you're on i transform
And blast on a nigga like megatron
I got the power
I'm on fire like the west wing of
The Pentagon and the North Tower
I'll break yo ass off proper
The resident doctors giving out
One way tickets
To ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
These fuck niggas ain't
Real like Snuffleupagus
That's why when they bumpin they gums
We let the muskets buss
You don't believe me, ask em
We smack rappers in they face
Spit on they kicks, and blast 'em
Yeah, get nervous now
I'm a fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns
I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns
You niggas look like heaps of
Steaks and burger mounds
When my ears start ringing
And them voices say "Hi!"t' em
I have no motherfucking choice but to get 'em