Method Man, Streetlife, Donny Cacsh - What You Getting Into lyrics
[Method Man, Streetlife, Donny Cacsh - What You Getting Into lyrics]
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
Strollin to the building, collect the money
Than tell shorty get the rental
We going cross the bridge, we heading up town
Cop a couple hundred grams
Bring it back make it triple
Stop at the smoke shop
Cop them double zero bags
Yeah we got big rocks, those
Up the block, niggas mad, call up bullet man
I need some more shells, I
Heard you got the ap9, out the box for sale
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
I wake and I’m high, I
Be sleeping on the clouds
Like I wake up in the sky
I roll up another one and
Then I’m getting fly
Then I load up a couple guns
Because it’s time to ride
See the money’s what I’m into
Ima keep it simple it I ain't getting guap
That shit is poppin like a pimple
Holy as a temple, hair pin trigger so gentle
Can't print you
Only way to ID you is through your dental
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
I’m all about this caper
In the group with 9 members
I ain’t trying to split this paper
But that’s another issue
I ain’t rappin with you haters
Send you back to meet your maker
And I bet nobody missed you
The island be official
Without the striped jersey and the whistle
Put the pistol to you dog, Michael Vick you
Method I’m the Shih Tzu
It only take a word for me to sic you
I mean get you and them
Goons are going with you
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
Strollin to the building, collect the money
Than tell shorty get the rental
We going cross the bridge, we heading up town
Cop a couple hundred grams
Bring it back make it triple
Stop at the smoke shop
Cop them double zero bags
Yeah we got big rocks, those
Up the block, niggas mad, call up bullet man
I need some more shells, I
Heard you got the ap9, out the box for sale
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
I wake and I’m high, I
Be sleeping on the clouds
Like I wake up in the sky
I roll up another one and
Then I’m getting fly
Then I load up a couple guns
Because it’s time to ride
See the money’s what I’m into
Ima keep it simple it I ain't getting guap
That shit is poppin like a pimple
Holy as a temple, hair pin trigger so gentle
Can't print you
Only way to ID you is through your dental
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into
I’m all about this caper
In the group with 9 members
I ain’t trying to split this paper
But that’s another issue
I ain’t rappin with you haters
Send you back to meet your maker
And I bet nobody missed you
The island be official
Without the striped jersey and the whistle
Put the pistol to you dog, Michael Vick you
Method I’m the Shih Tzu
It only take a word for me to sic you
I mean get you and them
Goons are going with you
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
About to cop a bag, get a dutch
And fuck something this is what I’m into