Get It Get It chords by Cam'ron
Verse 1
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Waddup Midwest
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They forgot about the 4th coast,
it aint nuttin though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas,
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Kentucky, Missouri
Everybody in the Lou
Verse 2
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Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher
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Never met him, but
goddamn that's my nigga
I figure real estate,
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invested pie flipper
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Never snitch, me I'm in a bathrobe,
fly slippers
Left Chicago with good
money for 5 drops
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West Side, did the South Side
like the White Sox
Vampoo and Pulaski,
K- Town is Contra
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They'll dearly depart ya in
front of MacArthur's
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I'm the author for gangstas, tough guys
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Did the whole Ohio,
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but I started off a Buckeye
Columbus to 'Natti, them
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towns I raped 'em
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Few clowns was hatin',
moved my pounds to Dayton
And in Akron,
my niggaz they would grow things
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Not King James,
these were coke kings
And he actin' grown,
doggy you ain't back at home
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The smack, it's on,
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wrapped in chrome
You better get a chaperone
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Verse 3
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Hook: If you
know like I know,
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you should lie low
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Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don't forget the Chi though,
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guns are like a pyro
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You keep playin' you will
look like a gyro
Verse 4
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Verse 2: Yo,
go 'head and hate me hater,
cuz I'm flyer than a aviator
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Well you'll get smacked
with the radiator
And I get K to play ya,
wanna talk?, maybe later
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Told her, her time was up,
88 her, Flavor Flaved her
Need ya neck choked,
rather your neck broke
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Ya dead broke,
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yet folks the jewels are like egg yolk
And you'll get yolked up,
switch blade, poked up
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Bitch- made since 6th grade,
he need his rope cut
Cowboy roped up, y'all boys sold what?
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You know what, the dope, crack,
and coke is in the coat tucked
Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up
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Get close up, soaked up,
I'm KG, post up
Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
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Family gettin' bread,
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well he about to get his loaf cut
Y'all doped up,
this game is sewed up
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Malcolm X, tell the white bitch yo,
I want my toes sucked
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Hook Verse
Verse 5
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3:
I'd rather be judged by
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12 than carried by 6
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My 12 12, well,
they carried my bricks
And them 12 12s, fiends they're
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married to sniff
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And the V12, that's
on various strips
Y'all make a brotha laugh,
me I took another bath
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Come into my habitat
Hover crafts, bubble baths,
duffle bags stuffed with cash
Fell in love with math
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I got the green Benz,
rag raised, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope,
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black gun, Tre- Duece
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Silver bullets, purple piff,
blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the ra- ta- tat, duck duck,
say "Goose"
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Beige Coupe, suede roofs,
send him off to Jesus
H- deuce, yeah yeah,
piss off the state troops
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See me, then they don't,
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I disappear, say poof
Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth
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Not Pac, mean dust,
when a nigga say juice
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Killa, Killa
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Hook
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Verse 6
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You know what it is nigga
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Get It Get It
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