The Diplomats, Jha Jha, Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - Get From Round Me lyrics

Get from 'round me get from 'round me
Get from 'round me
Jha Jha's in this muh' fucka)
Get from 'round me

I'm the definition of, half lady half thug
Half crazy, half hazey puffin on them drugs
Half dizzy, half sizzy, sippin' on syzurp
Half rich, cuz you kno ya girls a hustla
I got my money up, now I can pop shit
Still hit that purple punch
Fuck a style-Cris' fuck from round here
Bitch I got a wild clique
Thought that you was poppin' off before
What now bitch i'm one up on you hoes
I don't fuck wit you hoes
Phony bitches I will DUMP on you hoes
I ain't a spotlight chick, I stays on the low
Keep my money on my mind and
My mind on my dough and I roll right
Dro tight you kno that flow like no other
So gutta, You gotta fuckin love her
They gotta fuckin' love her
Look how them jeans hug her
Playa hatas suck a dick all you cock suckas


You don't puff what I puff
Get from 'round me
You ain't crunk, you a punk
Get from 'round me
You ain't down to dump when I dump
Get from 'round me nigga get from 'round me
Nigga get from 'round me

And if you a phony ass ho
Then get from 'round me
Broke ain't trickin' no dough
Then get from 'round me
In my grill tryna pimp up all the Dro
Bitch get from 'round me
Shawty get from 'round me
Shawty get from 'round me

Teachers used to down me
Teachers used to clown me
Now look I'm made, paid
Screamin' get from 'round me
You wanna learn how to get rich
Stick around me
If not, get from 'round me, you hot
Get from 'round me
You eat cheese, talk to cops
Get from 'round me
Stop, man that's not what's around me (nope)
Niggas get popped up around me
It's not fun around me
It's shotguns sround me (bank)
Tell a chick if she round me
Quick and profoundly
If you don't swollow what comes out
This dick get from 'round me
I'm a pimp, lobster and shrimp
Hit the strip and get from 'round me
B-b-b-b-b-bitch, get from 'round me

Get from 'round me, the Big Apple's boss
Get ya apple tossed
Come through apple porche
Color of apple sauce
They hound us surround but don't clown us
We on the Greyhound bus wit pounds
Get from 'round us

Now when I roll up to the spot you'll know
See the escalades wit the spades 24's
I'm doin' big thangs, now I got a lot to show
I still ain't content homey I gotta get mo'
How I know bitches talk behind my
Back when they ain't round me
Gossip tellin' lies on a chick
When they ain't round me
Even try and let my man hit
When they ain't round me
Then act like everything is perfect
When they get around me
I'm a top notch bitch
You about a piece of shit
Yo net worth is zilch
Up yo game a couple bricks
I up my game 80%, you can tell by the wrists
Went from walkin' everywhere to
Shotgun in the 6
I'm bout to bomb me a bitch
Go Sadaam on a bitch
Blow yoself to smitherines
Goin' strong on them hit's
On a high speed paper chase
No time to hesitate
Y'all bitches ain't down, ain't
Holdin no pounds, get out my fuckin' face