Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Out (feat. Jay-Z) , by - Scarface. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Out (feat. Jay-Z) |
| Yeah |
| Face Mob |
| Uh huh, uh huh uh His name is Jigga |
| Yeah |
| What’s happenin baby |
| Wsup, wsup witcha? |
| Tryin to get this loot |
| Yeah |
| Knowwhatimsayin? |
| No doubt |
| So what’s it gon’be? |
| Women, whiskey, weed |
| Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga |
| You could get them thangs for a lesser fee |
| Yeah and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free |
| I’m on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed |
| Believe I got a vick if it’s a brick you need |
| My nigga for sheez |
| Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave |
| Is you for sure? |
| Them niggas out there still got cheese |
| Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ’s |
| Man them niggas rapin the town without breakin 'em down |
| Them bastards makin a killin slangin half of buldings |
| For real man, I’m on my last nine thousand |
| Aint got no money, I’m fightin cases with this ho money |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
| I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass |
| Sittin at the exit row, by the do' |
| I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way |
| I had the fo’fo’under the rug, weekend ago |
| Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams |
| With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines |
| Where the fuck is Jay-Z |
| God damn traffic is gettin on my nerve |
| I see your face by the curb |
| Goddamn dog I been sittin here thirty minutes |
| You know these motherfucking cab drivers |
| Like they own this motherfucker |
| Open the trunk |
| And then I’m thinkin, Jigga let’s get this motherfucking cash nigga |
| Well if it’s a money thing let’s get this motherfucking money man |
| And then I said to Jigga, let’s get this motherfucking cash nigga |
| I got a dope house scoped out |
| An escape route? |
| No doubt; |
| let’s hit the highway, load up, lock |
| Let’s do this shit |
| Hold up, cops |
| Trippin, it’s eight million stories in this naked motherfucker |
| Yeah, and ten million undercovers |
| We gon’get this raw, we gon’kick in the door |
| They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor |
| Niggas is gon’shit they drawers |
| They got a bitch at the door |
| Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
| I hit the buzzer, Mita, Manny |
| Let me up it’s Joey motherfucker |
| Takin the steps up with only one thing on our mind |
| Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die |
| Up the steps, got closer |
| The voices got louder, you hear it? |
| Death’s approaching we comin for that powder |
| Then I knocked four times, I hit the hoe wit clear polish |
| Well she couldn’t see shit, now what’s it gonna be bitch? |