Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Gettaz, artist - T-PopDate of issue: 01.09.2003
Song language: English
Go Gettaz |
| We some go getters, thug niggas that’s bout scrilla |
| Some hard hitters, focused on tilting your dob nigga |
| Some mob niggas, debenere and suave niggas |
| With both fists cocked back, ready to squab nigga |
| I’m a game spitter vault filler, wig splitter untamed gorilla |
| Cocked back like a nine mili', hard hitter no quitters |
| Go getter all about the cream, got a sawed off pump with a infra beam |
| 4−4 black make heads ring, wet up the block and left the scene |
| Got bezeltyne pinky rings, M-O-N-E-Y ain’t a thang |
| Boss hog the lane set it up with bang, diamonds against my wood grain |
| I’m off the chain ice glistening, TV screens in a Expedition |
| Fuck with me you might come up missing, bet you next time you’ll learn to listen |
| Bitch I ain’t finished… |
| I’m a ball-a-tician on a mission, FED’s wishing can’t catch me slipping |
| Wig clipping I ain’t tripping, leave a stain in your brain with the mic I’m |
| gripping |
| Ruger ripping can’t slow my roll, verbal attack that’s ice cold |
| My pockets swoll everythang go gold, sitting sideways on low pro vogues |
| I never trip I play it cool, if a nigga act up I spray the tool |
| That was one of the golden rules, if a bigga act up knock him out his shoes |
| I done paid my dues if you snooze you lose, we on our way making you the fool |
| Escalade with a big old pool, you already know how this kid do |
| This how it go I play it raw, coldest nigga you ever saw |
| Send hollow tips above the jaw, my AK put me above the law |
| I stay on toes I never slip, spit like a gat with a extra clip |
| Sawed off make you do a backwards flip, with a snub nose nine on my hip |
| It’s fuck me nigga then you know it’s fuck you, I don’t give a fuck about you |
| or your crew |
| Fuck a nigga like I fuck his boo, run a nigga shit like a train choo-choo |
| Dumb ass nigga like a bird coo-coo, shitty like a dog poo-poo |
| Still hollering hoody hooo, plus I’m still jamming Screw |
| Head first in the game on another page, pass me the mic I’ma wreck the stage |
| Floss through the club and I’m underage, like a buckshot slug out the gauge |
| Kinda hard to fade these niggas know, verbal attack make these niggas fold |
| Continue to tag these niggas toes, until I stack six figgas or mo' |
| I’m like Hollow Man I move swift, fuck with me and I dig a ditch |
| Fingers on that big clip, fuck with me and I sink your ship |
| I’m a G you’s a hoe, give me mine calico |
| Laf-Tex'll run this show, got the club hollin' uh-oh |
| Give them bitches some mo' Pop… |
| What it do I ain’t tripping, pop in that ruger clipping |
| Steady sipping while 6−4 dipping, blades crawling like a catapiller |
| Watch out here’s the bomb, give em box and 85 thumb |
| Better leave me alone when I’m in my zone, all you niggas better lower your tone |
| When I’m on the phone with a yellowbone, people’s game people’s G |
| Got Alicia Keys right next to me, while she hollin' ooh papi |
| Laf-Tex we’ll bleed the block, rawest dog we hit the blizzock |
| Sitting sideways at IHOP, while the trunk still gon pop |