*come get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it
*come get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)
t having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, I ain't having it I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having
boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it nigga But you gon respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it
a Benz 600, got around and get blunted All my past enemies, they gon get hunted Make love to my woman, she get it how she want it Take my kids to Disney
pavement is grey But hey! We're not in it for the checks We do it for the love, respect The cause and the effects we get from Fatter beats, fatter rips
can turn it up yeah 2 Brothers kicking it once again, here it is bang another dope jam. I turn da music up and get busy, Before you know it you get played
it-ch-check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check
gotta believe And what you want, you'll soon achieve It's who you know to get your juice I started with rhymes and I get loose! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Brother
of it, out in public to the max and I like it These bitches love it I gangsta rap Perhaps it's an addiction because of the non-fiction Rhymes that get
shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it
throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey-G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get
fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look as I cut the records
backwards head twisted While I'm layin in the coffin The shit comes around so often So tell me something Before I take it out on the world, and get
twisted While I'm layin in the coffin The shit comes around so often So tell me something Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
t scared to grab it Fuck that, it's Lord Finesse, now there you have it It's the grand speaker, smoke you like reefer Fuck it, I put it on like sneakers
soldiers cook it an make it pure again it's yo friend the Prince Of Darkness whenever the dark hits I feel my heart get to beatin an you bustas be my
