Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The Hell On With That, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get The Hell On With That |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| All you frontin-ass niggas |
| Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha! |
| Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?) |
| Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?) |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there? |
| These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire |
| Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there |
| Now what it be like? |
| You confused man, that shit don’t even seem right |
| How you cats on your album only three mics? |
| Like 'Pac shit is funny to me |
| All you niggas livin bummy wasn’t fuckin with me |
| Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone |
| Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone |
| Love my A-T-L bitches, pay my bail bitches |
| Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches |
| Down-ass hoes that’ll grind that dough |
| Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp |
| It’s the F-A-T, to the, J-O-E |
| Drink Cris' with the Feds when they come for me |
| No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G |
| Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh? |
| Are you serious? |
| If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist |
| Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris' |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend’s clothes |
| New sass weave and fucked up toes |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Now all my ladies put your hands up |
| Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you’s a ho |
| And no I’m not the one that don’t drop the notes |
| I only ice the beef and rock the coat |
| Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke |
| Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat |
| So get the hell on with that, don’t you even feel it |
| Get the hell on with that, I’m aight I’m chillin |
| Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough |
| Should’ve charged me at the door, I woulda let you know |
| Coulda saved you a mouth full of head y mo' |
| Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo' |
| But yo, I ain’t never met a chick that was innocent |
| They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss |
| I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it |
| See me in the video like, «Bitch is suckin dick!» |
| You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly |
| Now you see him at the clubs, he don’t pay you no mind |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro |
| But when it’s time to go cop, he ain’t got no dough |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Ludacris be the number one street — clown wishin 'em luck |
| Cause I’m bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I’m givin a FUCK |
| And you catch a beat — down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack |
| Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked |
| And you hear the street — sound, hitters and runners |
| Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggas that want us |
| Are headed East — bound, trouble in West other than South |
| Cover your chest, they cover your mouth |
| I’m goin deep — down Dirty indeed, birdies in need |
| Thirty degrees and you heard it from me |
| But I’m bout to reach — 'round grabbin my gun |
| They scatter and run but I’m handlin and havin some fun |
| They gotta keep — rounds up under the bed, up under the spread |
| If it ain’t then it ain’t, no wonder you dead |
| So go to sleep — now, throats is splitted |
| And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH |
| Yo, yo, all these niggas that claim thug like they’re the type |
| But when it’s time to go to war they runnin for dear life |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Got this clown runnin around like he’s my fam |
| We did time in what joint? |
| I don’t know you man! |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Get the hell on with that — say what, say what what? |
| Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror |
| Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that |
| Yeah, Charlie Rock L.D., uhh |
| Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001 |
| Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that |
| Yeah. |