Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get It How U Get It, artist - Inspectah Deck. Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get It How U Get It |
| Aiyo, I don’t knock ya hustle, get it how u get it then |
| Yo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividends |
| What I’m drivin' in, what I’m livin' in |
| They say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent |
| I don’t knock ya hustle, get it how u get it then |
| Yo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividends |
| What I’m drivin' in, what I’m livin' in |
| They say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent |
| Imparticular, the flow perpendicular |
| The homicide vehicular whenever I make hits a run |
| On impulse, I tell you to get ya gun |
| That’s the only way you gon' ever get Big Pun |
| For God’s sake, who spit it harder on the tape? |
| I’m the horror that awaits, all tomorrows are erased |
| Yeah, he like that calm inside a case |
| You could hear somethin' tickin', you shake it, it detonates |
| Carefully crafted, all hail to the slasher |
| Some tried to beat it but failed, and couldn’t pass ya |
| To all you rappers movin' calm, tight fashioned |
| Y’all don’t want a problem with Pa, ya scare tactics |
| Man practice, share action |
| Everybody wantin' to see what the man packin' |
| Explicit lyrics is what I’m givin' |
| Take a seat behind the board to make sure you hear it |
| Want a sample from the 4? |
| Call ya boy to clear it |
| They say it come from the soul but I spit it from the spirit |
| Savagely save circuits, plus certain I could burn you |
| Brutally beats and bang 'em way down into Beijing |
| Burners is pulled and pussies get popped on arrival |
| Destroy the shit daily with flows so wicked that it scares me |
| I’m back with my new rap, I tried out on Hip Hop Lovers |
| I gotta chew threw a ziplock hunger |
| I play the bunker like a true soldier, the new cobra |
| Two Rovers, listed, we came from Boost Mobiles |
| I used to shoot off SOHO, now we global |
| Right through the toll booth, serve 'em like Soul Food |
| Remember Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, the old crew? |
| Now it’s LIS, Fes, Pa, Dini and the whole crew |
| Platinum jewels, even got 'em in gold too |
| So the pigs stay eye-ballin' when they roll through |
| Yo, yo, yo, nann nigga do it like Deck |
| You gon' find it a hard time to get my hands off of ya neck |
| Fuck the radio, the corner respect |
| And I handle my delf, by my delf without callin' my set |
| And if I gotta start callin' for back, y’all could call it a wrap |
| A hundred guns and clips up from the Stat |
| I ain’t worried about catchin' a rap |
| I’m a two-time felon, I ask «Why?» |
| after the fact |
| You know only dime Misses attract |
| And my niggaz in black mosh with it, causin' triggers to clap |
| And even if you don’t listen to rap |
| I still be on ya head like a fitted cap, spittin' that |
| A tenth of the strength I pack, the inf. |
| I pack |
| Graveshiftin' in the trench, I’m strapped |
| Two 4, that’s my fam, that’s fact, understand that, black |
| We got the hood like «Damn, that’s crack!» |