Get It Get It

By Cam’ron

On Crime Pays

Released on March 12, 2009

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[Verse 1]

Been had the gift of gab, lived in the sickest pad

Slept with mice and roaches, woke up pissed up slab

School of hard knocks, I on the vicious Ave

Jim chase Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass

Ask me who you loving, Cam you been bugging

Must have lost your mind; you fought Lou Simms' cousin

In St. Mark's, yeah big LE watch

My nigga red squashed it, forget that topic

40th, down the block danger zone

Up the ave, forty wolves, hope y'all niggas bring your chrome

What you saying homes, cops they raiding homes

Activator juice, yes they'll spray your dome

From a tiny tube, developed grimey dude

Stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food

I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude

America's most wanted, should have signed to Cube

Plus it's savage, cop car crash your door

Furthermore heard the boy em at the sack amore

Whore yes, overseas more sex

4 jets, Corvettes, and I ain't done a tour yet

Cuz I'm moving bricks, yes they serve in fours

Signing off Dipset boss, truly yours


[Hook]

We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall

We don't make it make it, we gon take it yall

We gon get it get it , money we gon get it get it

We gon get it get it , money we gon get it get it

We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall

We don't make it make it, we gon take it yall

We gon get it get it , we gon get it get it

We gon get it get it , we gon get it get it


[Verse 2]

My cerebral stressed, Eagle let it rest

Feel It In The Air yeah, Sigel said it best

It's a legal mess, needles need to death

Blame the government, until then I need to chef

Turn right, lead left, street games scrams

Call the cops ahk, like we need a ref

You can't cheat at chess, I can see your chest

No heart, cherish your oxygen, breath your breath

He need a rest, how he gon be the best

I guess a couple slugs he need to catch

See the sketch, you Lassie

The gun the Frisbee proceed to fetch

Side up the hoopty, sprayed up the Sentra

It be sixty years before I'm laid up in benter

Sprayed up her denture, your girl

Then I laid her placenta, blew haze in her rental

Some days in December, some days I remember

Call Sugar Ray want to play the contender

Just say I got a temper

And my temperature is off the thermometer

Korean New Year to Hanukah I'm bombing ya

Put you to sleep for good pajama ya

Right your He-Man pajamas

Wrap you up in your pac man sheets

Killa


[Hook]