Mase - Gettin' It Lyrics
[mase]How my complain, na?When Im as pretty as my father?And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes? )That know each other (yeah)Yo, Im the problem niggas got, but scared to step to itIf a nigga really want it with me? lets do itSee cats in the club, its just musicThieves and killersll tell ya, I just proved itI set the tone, ya niggas adjust to itSpit bars, niggas do sets and reps to itIm the type that get 30 years and rep through itWant it wit us? come put your best to itCome clean now, Ill send these tests to itI should get a nike contract the way I just do itYou know I hide bs on itCome on b.s. and leave on itGet 50 grand and breathe on itRed dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on itMight hit a chicken and then put cease on itCats get greed in war with the heat of they jawSomebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floorIf they dont show you where the coke at, beat em some moreMake em see how it feel to have to eat through a strawWhile Im sittin in the car, chick goin to get my jarSo I greet them like the chicken they areSaid shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my carTell ya now, thats like lynchin the lawAint no gettin up if I hit youSo all them cowards wanna ride with youThey either die with you, or lie crippleMess with me, now why would you?Niggas die dealin with dough thats quadrupleDouble up1 - [mase & flex]Where all my down super stars at? (gettin it)Where the cats at the barn at? (gettin it)Where the 90 girls that? (gettin it)Where the girls around the world at? (gettin it)Real hair, real furs (gettin it)Got a house thats hers (gettin it)For my niggas outta town at (gettin it)Cant forget my niggas locked down at(gettin it, uh huh)[mase]Yo, its like some be real, sold me three and squealSome hold they head, some see appealSome come home wild in the week to killThen show old cats young cats be realDeep throat be how I greet my chickAny hoe suck a dick, got at least a sixAny man call me fam, got at least a brickShut the whole morgue down just for easter kicksWhen Im down and out and I need the chipsVietnam will be how I leave your scriptAnd it take dough just to reach the richSo cant no senator impeach my ssshhhhhhAnd dont rush to be somethin that youre notReworn up lies, keep guns *****edAnd any cat mess with us get one shotTo do what he gotta do and get somethin hotBlaque, back up, what whatBlaque, back up, all out(where you at? where you at? )Repeat 1[mase]Yo, please dont make murda live out the nameIm only here to get enough, then Im out the gameA nigga didnt want drama, why he came?Its like tryin to win, know you cross the grainMessin with my niggas, yall will both get the sameCut cross the face, now you both look the sameStill wanted for the bricks, took up in maineRun up for ya chain, fifth cop aimPlease dont be stupid, come out the chainDont be a hero, this clip will bangA nigga like mase probably got everythingX-30 gs, then why buy a plane?No skinny benzs, wide-bodied thingsFour dot, six dot, chick dot rangeUh, all out (cmon)Bad boy, double up(where you at? where you at? where you at? )Its not a gameRepeat 1Repeat 1Come on, come on
