Youngbloodz - Get It How We Get It / Splack-Interlude Lyrics
I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dimeKnow what I'm saying?Don't waste no time playa hating on another niggaKnow what I'm 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 can't wait no mo'Man, ***** this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dopeSee money thirty times a day, still can't 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 ain't 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 sho'[hook]Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlasGet it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dustFrom 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 it's 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', I'm a cut you deepNow take a peep, and tell me what you seeIt's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streetsSo don't 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 quick[hook]I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme upAin't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a *****I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made10% in church, oh it's a business nowDon't 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 bro'I went from trapped thang off in this rap gameBid your clientelle, make a sell, it's 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 it's 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 lil'[hook]
