Mobb Deep, Big Noyd, Littles - Get Me lyrics

(Get me) Uh huh (They pretty) Uh huh
(Wit me) Uh huh (It's crispy) Yeah!
Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo

Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire
Your wife is gettin curious homie
You better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me
I don't like to get stared at
Niggas only mad cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want
Get your man clapped
Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax
You got a thousand niggas I'll
Do numbers with half that
Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me
Feel like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's some'n I'm
Feelin you runnin that
And we don't let a thing slide baby
What's up with that?
Talk on the jack like Feds
Got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know
Just hold that
Career ain't goin so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap!

See the cats in the whips wanna - get me
But I got the pounds and
Them 9's - they pretty
See me on the streets
Them gorillas they - wit me
Bills in the pockets
Know them things is - crispy
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin them guns
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed
That's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggas is eatin fo' pounds
I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
You got a row of sixteen and a clip
One in the head around my way
Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up
The name Littles got the streets
Locked the fuck up dumped off the bridge
Body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
Or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch
Get a baby wipe 'Fore I show you what the
9 or three-eighty like
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth
Or whassup in the street
Not a nickel get sold in
The park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you
Like the G-Unit piece

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Aiyyo, hey hey
Look I walk around with my pound in a glass
Puffin my haze
Missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Know I'm swingin my piece
Pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
I know y'all roll with the
Boys with the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap
Homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say - no Noyd
You won't blow makin songs like that
I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter
It don't last i don't get no bigger
I'mma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin a tec
Nigga we countin the scrilla with
The gun on the deck
Countin the gang that snaps
Think how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and
Knuckle down the rest
We hate the E mails and the phones
The spots get blown it's +Deep+
We can't even speak in certain rooms

Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here
I'm tellin you it's somethin 'bout
Them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song
It's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow
They not a group
They a muh'fuckin gang for sho'
More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention
Our jewels is whoa
All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
E'rytime we drop a new one
The streets gon' go straight berserk
Cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend
They money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else
The shit wack that shit there is doo doo
The shit here is crack
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
Could ever beam 'em
They know it's safe to spend
They dough over here fuck that new shit
They high wear off too fast
Them niggas got garbage, this is that smack!