Scarface, JAY-Z - Get Out lyrics
[Scarface, JAY-Z - Get Out lyrics]
C'mon yeah
Face Mob uh huh, uh huh uh
His name is Jigga yeah
What's happenin baby wassup, wassup witcha?
Tryin to get this loot yeah
Knowwhatimsayin? No doubt
So what's it gon' be? Women? Whiskey? Weed?
Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga
You could get them thangs for a lesser fee
Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure
Them thangs look free i'm on my way now
Desperate need of a lick indeed
Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
My nigga, for sheez! Right back at you
Holla after you land we get
It before you leave
Is you for sure? Them niggas
Out there still got cheese
'Cause my niggas in the drop
Bounced back to slanging OZs
Man, them niggas raping the town
Without breaking 'em down
Them bastards making a killing
Slanging half our buildings
For real, man, I'm on my last nine thousand
Ain't got no money
I'm fighting cases with this ho money
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
I caught a northwest flight to NY
On the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the door
I got a hoopty from this
Doofy nigga around the way
I had the four-four under the rug
Weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams
With tall buildings
Flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z?
Goddamn, traffic is getting on my nerve
I seen 'Face by the curb
Goddamn, dog! I been sittin
Here thirty minutes!
Man, you know these motherfucking cab drivers
Like they own this motherfucker
Open the trunk damn! Open this motherfucker
Ill! And then I'm thinking
Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash
Nigga well, if it's a money thing
Let's get this motherfucking money, man
And then I said to Jigga
Let's get this motherfucking cash, nigga
I got a dope house scoped out
An escape route? No doubt
Let's hit the highway load up, lock
Let's do this shit! Hold up, cops
You tripping! It's eight million stories
In this naked motherfucker
Yeah, and ten million undercovers
We gon' get this raw
We gon' kick in the door
They got guns in the couch
They got shit in the floor
Niggas is gon' shit they drawers!
They got a bitch at the door
Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
I hit the buzzer: "Míra, Manny!
Let me up! It's Joey, motherfucker!"
Taking the steps up with only
One thing on our minds
Wipe this motherfucker clean
Everybody gotta die as the steps got closer
The voices got louder, you hear it?
Death's approaching
We coming for that powder
Then I knocked four times
I hit the ho with clear polish
Well, she couldn't see shit, now
What's it gonna be, bitch?
Face Mob uh huh, uh huh uh
His name is Jigga yeah
What's happenin baby wassup, wassup witcha?
Tryin to get this loot yeah
Knowwhatimsayin? No doubt
So what's it gon' be? Women? Whiskey? Weed?
Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga
You could get them thangs for a lesser fee
Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure
Them thangs look free i'm on my way now
Desperate need of a lick indeed
Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
My nigga, for sheez! Right back at you
Holla after you land we get
It before you leave
Is you for sure? Them niggas
Out there still got cheese
'Cause my niggas in the drop
Bounced back to slanging OZs
Man, them niggas raping the town
Without breaking 'em down
Them bastards making a killing
Slanging half our buildings
For real, man, I'm on my last nine thousand
Ain't got no money
I'm fighting cases with this ho money
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
I caught a northwest flight to NY
On the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the door
I got a hoopty from this
Doofy nigga around the way
I had the four-four under the rug
Weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams
With tall buildings
Flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z?
Goddamn, traffic is getting on my nerve
I seen 'Face by the curb
Goddamn, dog! I been sittin
Here thirty minutes!
Man, you know these motherfucking cab drivers
Like they own this motherfucker
Open the trunk damn! Open this motherfucker
Ill! And then I'm thinking
Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash
Nigga well, if it's a money thing
Let's get this motherfucking money, man
And then I said to Jigga
Let's get this motherfucking cash, nigga
I got a dope house scoped out
An escape route? No doubt
Let's hit the highway load up, lock
Let's do this shit! Hold up, cops
You tripping! It's eight million stories
In this naked motherfucker
Yeah, and ten million undercovers
We gon' get this raw
We gon' kick in the door
They got guns in the couch
They got shit in the floor
Niggas is gon' shit they drawers!
They got a bitch at the door
Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low
And the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
I hit the buzzer: "Míra, Manny!
Let me up! It's Joey, motherfucker!"
Taking the steps up with only
One thing on our minds
Wipe this motherfucker clean
Everybody gotta die as the steps got closer
The voices got louder, you hear it?
Death's approaching
We coming for that powder
Then I knocked four times
I hit the ho with clear polish
Well, she couldn't see shit, now
What's it gonna be, bitch?