| Shit, we tryin' to get it all together
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| And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga
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| And homie you get the money and the power
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| Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'
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| I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think
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| But I’m laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
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| And I, I kinda act like my shit don’t stink
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| On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
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| Like a Russian I’ll roulette the bullet
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| Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet
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| I’m a Cash Money brother a lover of money
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| Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
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| What part cha' don’t understand
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| What you ain’t knowin' I’m like Kobe
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| You niggas can’t check me go head Bowens
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| And I never left the team cause I’m catchin' every pass
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| Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
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| Bet Hot put a nigga on his ass
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| Squlou and Big Whop make show he don’t last
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| And young Wayne do song about the story
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| With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga
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| Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
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| And I’m the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here
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| Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga
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| We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga
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| It’s Stunna Island biggest baler in the city
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| The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's
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| I’m Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town
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| We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown
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| Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece
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| Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
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| Well let me bring you back to 1993
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| Where I met four lil niggas in the 3
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| We got big, we grinded in them city streets
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| And three left now they all tryin' na beef me
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| There’s one Birdman and one J. R
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| We neighborhood superstars fuck y’all
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| Mercenary murderer
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| In the garden I’m burstin' hittin' serpents up
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| And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
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| I’m the God and the turban fits perfect, word
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| Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
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| Dang, bang my Dana’s on the curve
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| The fed’s walkin' so I’m talking with slur’s
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| And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
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| We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
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| Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
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| Oh, and ya' girl is sharp with hers
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| She cook a nigga steaks and Kool-Aid for thirst, yeah
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| See we murderers but do it like gangstas
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| We really never show it but everybody know it
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| And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
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| While I’m tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It All Together , by - Birdman. Song from the album Fast Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп