[Intro] [BEEP!] The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man... [Zev Love X] I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like glocks A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety locks Won't get knocked cause I avoid the rage Catchin mad bodies like the AIDS Used to carry blades, now I'm fully loaded, save the bullshit Tempt me I'ma empty the whole shit, that's that cold shit And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out I'm stickin up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out cause my rent's due, fuck with my money I'ma dead you And you can tell the {?} sent you, and he meant it Cut your throat, and maim your last breath, wait I got a bullet for your ass wit'cha name and your death date Nigga! [Interlude] There it is - that's what got him I don't know man... [Chorus: Zev Love X] I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) [Intro] [Zev Love X] I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum Stuck on it, I'm settin it, bring it if you want it And I still got my .22, I'll never point it though I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets So fuck my mother-in-law, I'm fin' to run the streets Be the syntax error, delete I live to spin wax, compete with off beat [Chorus] [Interlude] [Zev Love X] I got it, my tool, my utensil to draw led in that ass like a pencil with a stencil And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery I'll be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherfucker! I'm rakin in the dough by the heap (Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete (Buck his ass) The last that you heard of your Jeep As you sleep, I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap [Chorus: w/ variation "we gonna Get-U-Now"] [Outro] Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop! You know what the fuck we talkin about, word is bond And we ghost, C.M.!
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] [BEEP!] The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man... [Zev Love X] I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like glocks A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety locks Won't get knocked cause I avoid the rage Catchin mad bodies like the AIDS Used to carry blades, now I'm fully loaded, save the bullshit Tempt me I'ma empty the whole shit, that's that cold shit And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out I'm stickin up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out cause my rent's due, fuck with my money I'ma dead you And you can tell the {?} sent you, and he meant it Cut your throat, and maim your last breath, wait I got a bullet for your ass wit'cha name and your death date Nigga! [Interlude] There it is - that's what got him I don't know man... [Chorus: Zev Love X] I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) [Intro] [Zev Love X] I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum Stuck on it, I'm settin it, bring it if you want it And I still got my .22, I'll never point it though I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets So fuck my mother-in-law, I'm fin' to run the streets Be the syntax error, delete I live to spin wax, compete with off beat [Chorus] [Interlude] [Zev Love X] I got it, my tool, my utensil to draw led in that ass like a pencil with a stencil And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery I'll be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherfucker! I'm rakin in the dough by the heap (Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete (Buck his ass) The last that you heard of your Jeep As you sleep, I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap [Chorus: w/ variation "we gonna Get-U-Now"] [Outro] Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop! You know what the fuck we talkin about, word is bond And we ghost, C.M.!
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