Fabolous - The Get Back Lyrics
(Intro)Who wanna bet us that they can't ***** wit us?Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, solely etceterasTil the death of us, me and my confidentsWe shine, we make the ambiance, you niggas just rhymeYou lil niggas need guidance, you barkin up the wrong treesPissin on the wrong hydrants, I'm a high fenceI grew up round violence, you grew up playin violinsIn yo hood silence, where I'm from silence(Verse)They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibeThere's something bout killing shit that makes us feel aliveWe feed off yo energy, we see you on that Kenny GJust do in yo own harm, do yo thing my NIGWhenever you will not keep to that mighty NYCWe gon check that name you claimBring yo job and IDWe take it the wrong way, all gold everythingOne gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those, everythingYall don't wanna pump heads, ocho, EvelynThem boys will leave you butt *****And the mall closed and everythingThe streets is watchin aksin if you gon reply to themSeem like yall woke up sleeping giants, Eli and Em(Hook)A major comeback but from a minor setbackBut still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get backThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get backThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get backI crack a smile knowing God has a day for meUntil that day comes I slay these niggas faithfullyThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get backThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get back(Verse)I'm like Nino with the uzzi back of the motorcycle headUntil you're back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the weddingI'm like dope boy lookin for Ricky's killerOne last soldier, niggas who turn they backs on meTurn yo punk ass overYall smoke my smoked my cousin HaroldNow I'm in a CamaroLove and happiness playing, me and my dog with a double barrel38, 40 belows, live or die mother*****erI'm Pac, ride or miss, riverside mother*****erGet back, everybody better get backTo my niggas in the jet blackFor the seats let back on yo jet backIf you're a gambling man you could bet thatIt's a sure thing, not just a New York thingA rich or a poor thingIt's a lace yo boots, pull yo draw string, who wanna go to war thing?It's a who gon protect your thing?Who really wanted morphine?Put legends in coffinsIt's a bullet holes in the door thingIt's a nobody, sure thingsStreet cold, not a Lord thingIt's kids that wasn't taught things, old ladies like poor thingPoor thing, to get back is importantPoor thing, for the dead homies we pour painLike what you sayin while it's *****ed back to emGuess what goes around comes around, got back to em(Hook)A major comeback but from a minor setbackBut still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get backThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get backThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get backI crack a smile knowing God has a day for meUntil that day comes I slay these niggas faithfullyThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get backThe get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
