Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get In Where You Fit In, artist - Too Short. Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get In Where You Fit In |
| Man, we ain’t fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever |
| That motherfucker name is, man we got a real crew, we got |
| Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eating pussy on records and |
| Shit, that shit ain’t what’s happening, we got some real shit |
| Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I’m saying? |
| Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy |
| Fuck him up, $hort |
| Get in where you fit in, fool |
| You was a mark up at the high school |
| Now you’re hardcore like CB4 |
| Biting, what you wanna be me for? |
| It’s your life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap |
| But you gots no game, and your bass ain’t fat |
| You need to quit, rapping just ain’t your place |
| So back on the grind and don’t catch no case |
| Bitches, that’s what you always be |
| Like the other young bitches that try to get with me |
| I run all up in it but this ain’t no race |
| I pull it out and shoot it right in her face |
| You probably wine her and dine her |
| And get jealous when you can’t find her |
| You’re nothing but a mark |
| I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch! |
| You’d better watch your back |
| Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat |
| Cause Life is Too $hort, I’m In the House like that |
| Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack |
| And I don’t stop rapping, one thing I never do |
| Is stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to |
| And other rap crews can see |
| Dangerous Crew got the funky beats |
| And when I see ya, and act like I don’t know ya |
| I’m like Missouri, cause I can show ya |
| Why is my shit so funky it stanks? |
| Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks |
| You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew |
| You might of just learned, but it ain’t nothing new |
| What happened to your funk, did you lose it? |
| Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music? |
| We stole all your money, and all your songs |
| Done you like a ho and then sent your ass home |
| One punk came and went |
| Had to fire the ho, but I’m still a pimp |
| (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) |
| Would’ve never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) |
| Now he’s gonna play on out (Like a mark) |
| Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) |
| Quick to say «I'm sorry» when you’re funny |
| Y’all can have him, cause Dangerous don’t want him |
| He’ll tell a lie almost every other minute |
| I’m like Bennett, I ain’t in it |
| Go on with your reject rap attack |
| You’ll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack |
| And since Banks said he can’t have no more funk (Hell naw) |
| Get in where you fit in, punk |
| It’s what life is all about… |
| Did that get him, did that get it? |
| (Yeah, you got him) |
| Wait, it’s the end? |
| (Bitch-ass nigga) |
| You like that shit? |
| (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga! |
| You a fool (Tore his ass up!) Banks you a fool for that! |
| (Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn!) |
| Man, fuck that punk-ass nigga, man trying to fuck with the Dangerous |
| Crew, nigga, you can’t hang with this shit, nigga, we got niggas |
| Way tighter than you man, you old wanna be me asshole nigga, come with |
| Some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga |
| I’m a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me |
| Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be |
| Where hella niggas get shot at |
| So you’d better pop back, or your ass getting dropped, black |
| Cause niggas lay you on your back fast |
| So you’d better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass |
| And let loose the whole clip |
| And let these motherfuckers know that you ain’t taking no shit |
| I mean you gotta be a nut, fool |
| And you can’t give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school |
| Because that shit don’t even last long |
| Get a key from an OG and get your fucking cash on |
| And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on |
| But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on |
| Don’t ever go out like another sucker |
| You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker |
| Show them niggas you the biggest boss |
| And ain’t no slipping stopping the tripping just popping |
| A clip and breaking them niggas off |
| Cause see life ain’t nothing but just riches to me |
| Getting high with my partners and bitches to see |
| Yep, that’s what life is all about |
| You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you |
| Fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out |
| I ain’t a model, and I don’t play the fucking role |
| Don’t be shit when you’re old, nigga fuck a goal |
| You wanna be somebody, I tell your ass you can’t |
| You little bad motherfucker, go on and hit the dank |
| That’s how it is in the Oaktown |
| These motherfuckers didn’t know? |
| Well these motherfuckers know now |
| And don’t be jealous and mad we doing shit |
| Cause I don’t give a fuck, I’m from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique |
| You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat |
| Burn the sack, and don’t be ashamed to mack |
| I’m bout to tell you how a true player has to be |
| The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me |
| I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church |
| ?Bracking the Max? |
| is my birth, packing a gat on the turf |
| Ready to drop any sucker on contact |
| You can’t keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack |
| And watch me extend with a grin to another place |
| I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space |
| But ain’t no stopping this fool, I’m on a rampage |
| Breaks out in a damn rage, so don’t try to stand, break |
| Sit in the range, you’ll get maimed, I don’t fight fair |
| Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare |
| And I’m always using my dick cause I’m slick with a fly bitch |
| And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick |
| Two hardhead niggas, yeah we advocate violence |
| Talking shit to the world cause we don’t have to stay silent |
| Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man |
| Your crew think they tight, but when I come they a sad clan |
| So fuck it, I’m always causing ruckus |
| Whoever wanna disagree then grab my dick and suck it |
| Diddley is always doing shit, distructive and I ruin shit |
| You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique |
| Fuck it, it’s just another nigga dead |
| I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that’s when the nigga bled |
| Bloodshed is what I see in the nighttime |
| Strange and deranged, I ain’t in my right mind |
| I can’t relate, I’m stuck in a dream state |
| A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate |
| And see we are closer, than Fred and Barney Rubble |
| So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double trouble |
| Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz clique |
| Some lunatics, and we known to ruin shit |
| A terrorist, I ain’t never been a role model |
| Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle |
| And I don’t even like fucking with no alcohol |
| But I’ll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y’all |
| Getting lit, never having a fit |
| On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick |
| And if your clique talking shit, it’s your clique I’m a terrorize |
| The nine to your spine, now your ass is paralyzed |
| I’m dangerous, and I ain’t even mad yet |
| I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad check |
| Cause I’m a mack that’s from 8900, bitch |
| Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling shit |
| Fool don’t understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga’s head |
| From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead |
| See these sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out |
| Surviving and making cash is what it’s about |
| Some people ask me why commit crimes to earn my scratch |
| But I’m black and I’m trapped and I can’t turn back |
| I was raised as a cruel kid |
| Because the streets taught me more than these fake-ass schools did |
| I tried the education system but I dropped it |
| So now I’m in the goddamn game and can’t stop it |
| And I’m a motherfucking threat to authority |
| Make the police sweat when they check this wreckless minority |
| You want more of me, well come to Oakland, that’s where I be at |
| Selling dope with my folks, come close and see how we act |
| Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes |
| On the drink every day like winos |
| And sometimes I be slipping up off the blunt |
| So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt |
| Cause I would never tell a ho how I make my green |
| I cut my cream on the un so I can’t be seen |
| And then I bump up on the block and knock after knock |
| Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot spot |
| Pushing slugs just to make it |
| I’m in the game and it’s real and a nigga can’t fake it |
| I know it’s sad what I’m doing |
| But I don’t give a fuck, I’m Ant Diddley Dog and I’m a Bad-N-Fluenz |
| Nigga you think you got the shit in? |
| You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch |
| Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch |
| Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can’t fuck with the crew, nigga |
| You need to get in where you fit in |
| You stupid-ass bitch |