Lyrics Let's Get Em - C-Mob, Madam Dane

Let's Get Em

Bootleg, yeah
Madame Dane, uh huh
C-Mob, c’mon
Let’s get em
Let’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Lft blood in his lungs
Tell the medic sh’s too late to get em
C’mon et’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em
Madame swag is kill
Hit by these all for the master deal
Take bitty franks and a mass of meals
Blast for bills
Give pussy niggas a mask and gills
Keep a soft nigga with a flashing grill
Bottle full of water, boobs and X pills
Chop a brick slab for the pads of grill
Guts keep coming trynna catch that thrill
Chase that pill
Smoke that real
Off them once till they lungs get ill
Rain down ups till my pockets spill
Even the thug said that bitch got skills
I’m will with intent to kill
Stop a nigga fight like a richer steel
Stand in again till my numbers stand still
Go run it up the middle like a running-back will
Let’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em
C’mon et’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em
How many y’all want niggas want it with Leg
I send a bullet through the front come out the back of your head
And I’mma Flint cowboy slinging nothing but lead
Don’t make me leave a horse head at the foot of your bed
Date night made niggas still ducking the Feds
Got to work prepping the search
Plugged in with your dreads
It’s like a Pillsbury Doughboy I’m about the bread
Trynna make enough cheddar for the clique to spread
Let’s get em
Kill em
We don’t feel em
Numb from the waste down when we hit em
Another paraplegic got his homeboys with em
On the First 48 you saw the way that we did em
Let’s get em
From the blocks to the yard-set of prison
From a gram, to a eighth, to a fourth, of a chick
Took a break from the kitchen wrists hurt from whipping
Wordplay, lock the bullets in the cage then flip em
Let’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em
C’mon et’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em
Let’s get em when I hit em I’mma split em
Got a hollow in the chamber and I keep it cocked back with the clip full
Mob, Madam and Leg will make you beg for your life like a poodle to a pack full
of pit-bulls
You don’t want my trigger finger to itch again
Struggling and I live in the midst of sin
Indiana all the way into Michigan
You’d a learned if you woulda been listening
We’re menaces get off our premises
My heart is cold and I do not have tenderness
Murder you like Cain did Abel in Genesis
Off with your head and that won’t be the end of this
My bullets are hungry and I’m about to let em go sink their teeth in and bite
And after I’m done with the murder I get away just like I did for the night
Let’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em
C’mon et’s get em
Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle
C’mon let’s get em
Hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
C’mon let’s get em
Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real niggas don’t feel em
Let’s get em
200 round drums
Left blood in his lungs
Tell the medic she’s too late to get em