Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play
this in the car by the way
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what
Get his little shout outs out the way
This joint right here is called Get
Shout out to The Klasix on
I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson
Like a Sunday morning listenin
I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Bitch you don't +Make+ a nigga
I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some
And she went to the Winehouse straight
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G swag
Can't forget Jay, what up?
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit",
still I'm tryin to reach higher
I'm figurin how to be fly
I'm talkin above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead
horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state,
Lookin at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless,
never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style,
put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss,
How I'm gon' lose with Tom
Beggin dude to come back like
the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn
dickheads is so sensitive
Even when it seem the whole World is
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air
It's +Bedtime+ niggaz, weapon of mine
niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
I'm ahead of your mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you,
Now this is somethin to see
Boogieman your whole squad,
put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid
On some Jetsons shit but if
the shook type ap proach me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look
Niggaz ain't off the hook like Joey
Get on my Puff Daddy +All About
And turn my back on Danja danger like
Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub showin
Fuck what the World's come to,
where the fuck's it goin?