Fes Taylor - Get It How U Get It Lyrics
f/ Inspectah Deck, L.I.S., Lon Dini, Pa Bazil[Chorus: Fes Taylor]Aiyo, I don't knock ya hustle, get it how u get it thenYo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividendsWhat I'm drivin' in, what I'm livin' inThey say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocentI don't knock ya hustle, get it how u get it thenYo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividendsWhat I'm drivin' in, what I'm livin' inThey say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent[Pa Bazil]Imparticular, the flow perpendicularThe homicide vehicular whenever I make hits a runOn impulse, I tell you to get ya gunThat's the only way you gon' ever get Big PunFor God's sake, who spit it harder on the tape?I'm the horror that awaits, all tomorrows are erasedYeah, he like that calm inside a caseYou could hear somethin' tickin', you shake it, it detonatesCarefully crafted, all hail to the slasherSome tried to beat it but failed, and couldn't pass yaTo all you rappers movin' calm, tight fashionedY'all don't want a problem with Pa, ya scare tacticsMan practice, share actionEverybody wantin' to see what the man packin'[Chorus][L.I.S.]Explicit lyrics is what I'm givin'Take a seat behind the board to make sure you hear itWant a sample from the 4? Call ya boy to clear itThey say it come from the soul but I spit it from the spirit[Lon Dini]Savagely save circuits, plus certain I could burn youBrutally beats and bang 'em way down into BeijingBurners is pulled and pussies get popped on arrivalDestroy the shit daily with flows so wicked that it scares me[Fes Taylor]I'm back with my new rap, I tried out on Hip Hop LoversI gotta chew threw a ziplock hungerI play the bunker like a true soldier, the new cobraTwo Rovers, listed, we came from Boost MobilesI used to shoot off SOHO, now we globalRight through the toll booth, serve 'em like Soul FoodRemember Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, the old crew?Now it's LIS, Fes, Pa, Dini and the whole crewPlatinum jewels, even got 'em in gold tooSo the pigs stay eye-ballin' when they roll through[Chorus][Inspectah Deck]Yo, yo, yo, nann nigga do it like DeckYou gon' find it a hard time to get my hands off of ya neck***** the radio, the corner respectAnd I handle my delf, by my delf without callin' my setAnd if I gotta start callin' for back, y'all could call it a wrapA hundred guns and clips up from the StatI ain't worried about catchin' a rapI'm a two-time felon, I ask "Why?" after the factYou know only dime Misses attractAnd my niggaz in black mosh with it, causin' triggers to clapAnd even if you don't listen to rapI still be on ya head like a fitted cap, spittin' thatA tenth of the strength I pack, the inf. I packGraveshiftin' in the trench, I'm strappedTwo 4, that's my fam, that's fact, understand that, blackWe got the hood like "Damn, that's crack!"[Chorus]
