Youngbloodz - Get It How We Get It Lyrics
Im saying everybody gettin tired of the nickel and dimeKnow what Im saying?Dont waste no time playa hating on another niggaKnow what Im sayin, get this money man, know what I mean?See...I kill for my nigga, die for my niggaSend your weak body floating in the riverWays of the day, man nobody knowsIf you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.Hell I waited, and I waited, til I cant wait no moMan, ***** this rap shit, hit my bro, front me some dopeSee money thirty times a day, still cant seem to holdLower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfoldNow would somebody please let me know, what cha got to showFor when thangs movin slow, with only six grams of blowLife aint nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poorHustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin the boatThe strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloatMomma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her poor soulTurn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-goBe it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for shoHookCause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlasGet it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust>from tracks to traps, slabs to rapsSpread a little round, make it all come backNow open up your mind, as we unclog your brainAnd wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was painCause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your assSo get your face up out the floorAnd know that its realCause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to liveMy life day by day, in the way I only shouldSo who the hell is you to tell me how to live it goodTo the good that went bad, from dwellin in your pathTo partna keep a look out for these niggas startin to blastAnd in a flash, you back at homeUnder your sheets weepin in your sleepLike when them *****es start that snitchin, Im a cut you deepNow take a peep, and tell me what you seeIts dem boys from dat attic makin noise in the streetsSo dont you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old ***** shitMe and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quickHookI put my grind down, I pick my rhyme upAint no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a *****Im stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made10% in church, oh its a business nowDont play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil bitOh now you feelin this, I knew you would thoughA dirty south nigga straight up out the hood broI went from trapped thang off in this rap gameBid your clientelle, make a sell, its all the sameAnd once you recognize, no tears from them eyesYou do that damn thang, wait for that big surpriseThey say they know the deal, they say its all realThey feel what I feel, thats what they need to killA nigga tryin to live, I gotta pay the billI lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lilHook
