The Jacka, Paul Wall, Masspike Miles - Get It In lyrics

Look, the people you are after are
The people you depend on
They cook your meals, they haul your trash
We
Connect your calls, we drive your ambulances
We guard you while you sleep
Do not fuck with us inkredibles

I live everyday like it's my last
Hustlin' to get this cash
I get it in, get it in
Whatever it takes, I get it in
We gonna push to the limit on the
Grind 'til the clock stops tickin'
'Cause, I get it in, get
It in, whatever it takes, i get it in

I just push and push, smoking purple kush
Every time you look
Ridin' 'round with crooks
Is you down with us? It's that sound you love
We just loungin', uh, we just stylin', bruh
Hope you crowding us, though we sold dope
I got thousands but don't see no hope
In a P-world, nigga, it is no joke
'Bout to hit another bank and a store, loc
You don't see the warning post
In the store bro?
Can't let 'em catch a nigga
Can't go home no more
Gotta carry on, only the strong'll know
What I'm really on, but it's time
The raw should know we out here thuggin'
Wrong wit'cha
Black? Why you out here strugglin'?
Chrome on my lap, I ain't gotta say nothin'
Just go on with the stack
Never seen my face but my name is The Jack

I live everyday like it's my last
Hustlin' to get this cash
I get it in, get it in
Whatever it takes, I get it in
We gonna push to the limit on the
Grind 'til the clock stops tickin'
'Cause, I get it in, get
It in, whatever it takes, i get it in

We goin' hard for three days with no sleep
In the streets, I can do this all week
A lot of kush and syrup
My bottle be on steep
So from sun up to sun down, I'm on the creep
I won't stop 'til my casket is six feet
But all the hatin' got me
Movin' around on the street
I ain't goin' places as long
As I'm on my feet
But cross the line and your
Mama and your wife beat
Jealousy got 'em both out spreading lies
Instead of hustling they plotting
On my demise
All the while my mind is on cream pies
I'm on the rise
My pockets bigger then Beyonce's thighs
Damn, why they hating on a playa, mayne?
Fuck 'em all, I'm just tryin
To get that paper, mayne
And I'm gonna get it any way that it come
If you looking for me
I'll be in the streets like a bum

I live everyday like it's my last
Hustlin' to get this cash
I get it in, get it in
Whatever it takes, I get it in
We gonna push to the limit on the
Grind 'til the clock stops tickin'
'Cause, I get it in, get
It in, whatever it takes, i get it in

Here I come again with that thunder, mayne
I'm gonna go to jail if they run my name
So I'm outta there with that powder there
Hear some gangsta been in
Custody and await appeal
Come upstate, in Allah, my faith
On the block with my nigz, up dumb-ass late
Gettin' paper
Shook the boys but I barely escape
Eyes wide, not fly, but I'm barely awake
Gettin' high and my memory's fading away
But, I remember all my niggas
From back in the day
For my nigga ridin' 'round foot, hop in the J
Took a hit from the stick, we was lovin' it
Boy
'Til this day I'm the shit and I'm lovin' it
Boy this street shit mine, yeah
They lovin' the boy
A couple suckas act like they
Don't know me no more
But, I never gave a fuck 'cause
This shit ain't for you

I live everyday like it's my last
Hustlin' to get this cash
I get it in, get it in
Whatever it takes, I get it in
We gonna push to the limit on the
Grind 'til the clock stops tickin'
'Cause, I get it in, get
It in, whatever it takes, i get it in