Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Ya, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Ya |
| Extra extra read all about it The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album |
| Fuck a truce put the side on the news |
| Got killers that’ll ride from the loc to the deuce |
| I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch |
| at the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga |
| You still a bitch nigga |
| Sticking ya head up at a meter now you die how do ya figure |
| Acting hard with your Capris on I come out at the neck of the woods on ya ass nigga ease on And where ya from no ain’t shit to me Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history |
| Evident you you weren’t meant to be Jacking over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency |
| Born and bad seed outta the crowd |
| Like David Gunna you don’t wanna see me angry pal |
| I’ll raise up on ya ass like a root canal |
| Get fucking up shit like the trenchcoat mafia |
| Unbelievable how we popping ya Them state street boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya Them Westside guys will get ya Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya Them Southside boys will get ya Ready to roll straight |
| outta control scummy off the liquor |
| Them Chi Town boys will get ya Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture |
| Let em all know now we piece and spit |
| Talk about shit bout we ain’t choking thangs |
| I gave two to the motherfucking pork chop and watch his body drop man |
| Let em test the skills of us niggas thats triggerly inclined |
| Dump off on the rocks and monica red link |
| while blocks young guns on the grind |
| Out on the field what would a tribe nigga do In a kill or be killed situation |
| Drama’s what you motherfuckers facing |
| While he running I’m walking like Jason |
| Shocking your motherfucking body like grave dig |
| Then we dumping you all the say did |
| I bring pain to y’all niggas who be hating |
| Forcification bout my nation got me sniffing up information |
| Gimme the body dig a ditch |
| Bury the motherfuckers like old ancient blue prints |
| Execute you use em find em hit em split em 4 to the vest |
| What a way make to rhinos rip through the flesh |
| God bless us thugs that hold our own controls |
| On a mission yaking the snitch know to get it on 24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door |
| Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click |
| and your throat is gone, suffocating em by dozens |
| Running with grim reapers handing out some good guns |
| And it all kicked off some shit you said |
| Now look at the little pus dressed up in red |
| Them state street boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya Them Westside guys will get ya Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya Them Southside boys will get ya Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the |
| liquor |
| Them Chi Town boys will get ya Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture |
| Them St. Louis boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya Them Houston guys with get ya Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya Them Cleveland boys will get ya Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off |
| the liquor |
| Them dirty South boys will get yet |
| Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture |
| Whatcha gone do when them niggas run up to you |
| Don’t fold stroll mean mugging you with them thangs out |
| How you gonna play that terror roll |
| or let the merch unfold slaughtery act at 11 to it and then die |
| Laid off in the streets with a psychotic thugs wont stop playing for keeps |
| He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps |
| Clock ticking slow its a quarter past three |
| Lights on lights off in your community |
| Your block’s having problems with electricity |
| Beat gang and in the presence of the one you envy |
| So go collect strucks chains greens and weed |
| Burn off a little bit of rubber if you ride with me Slipping the clip in and put your pistol back on your hip |
| And I’m giving you half of the wild green |
| Down with them niggas Mobstability |
| Let’s keep em feeling me we bogus with vocal trilogy |
| Get in a game where you get crapped out |
| Spooking the mouses with design got them niggas pulling macks out |
| For the love of the green liar promotion |
| Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing some backs out |
| Them state street boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya Them Westside guys will get ya Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya Them Southside boys will get ya Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the |
| liquor |
| Them Chi Town boys will get ya Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture |
| Them St. Louis boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya Them Houston guys with get ya Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya Them East coast boys will get ya Ready to roll straight outta control scummy |
| off the liquor |
| Them dirty South boys will get yet |
| Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture |