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[Verse 1] Who want to bet us that they can't fuck with us Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, all the etceteras Until the death of us me and my confidantes, we shine We make the ambiance you niggas just rhyme You little niggas need guidance you barking up the wrong trees Pissing on the wrong hydrants, on my hyphens I grew up around violence, you grew up playing violins In your hood silence, where I'm from sirens They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibe There's something about killing shit that makes us feel alive We feed off your energy, we see you on that Kenny G Just tooting your own horn, do your thing my N I G Whenever you (ven aqui) to that mighty NYC We gon' check that name you claim, bring your [?] and I.D We take it the wrong way, all gold everything One gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those - everything Y'all don't want to bump heads, (Ocho), Everlane Them boys will leave you butt naked, the mall closed and everything The (Streets Is Watching) asking if you gon' reply to them Seems like I woke up sleeping giants - Eli and them [Hook] A major comeback up from my minor setback They still don't know we living just thinking about the get back The get back [8x] SongtexteI crack a smile knowing God has a day for me Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully The get back [8x] [Verse 2] I'm like Nino with the uzi back of the motorcycle heading To get back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the wedding I'm like dope boy looking for Ricky's killer - one last soldier Niggas who turn they backs on me turn your punk ass over Y'all smoked my cousin Harold, now I'm in the Camaro Loving and Happiness playing, me and my dog with this double barrel 38, 40 belows, live or die motherfucker I'm Pac [?] "Riverside Motherfucker!" The get back everybody better get back, tell my niggas in the jet black Until the seats let back on your jet back, if you're a gambling man you could bet that It's a sure thing not just a New York thing or a rich or a poor thing It's a lace your boots pull your drawstring who want to go to war thing It's a who gon' protect your thing who really want it more thing Putting legends in coffins and some bullet holes in the door thing It's a nobody saw things, street cold not a law thing It's kids that wasn't taught things, old ladies like poor thing Poor thing and the get back is important Poor thing for the dead homies we poor 'paign Like what you say while it's cocked back to him Guess what goes around comes around got back to him [Hook] [Interlude] Now these motherfuckers smoked your God damn cousin in front of you nigga! Blew his head off in front of your face and you ain't gon' do shit? You acting like a little bitch right now nigga! Man fuck that I ain't letting that shit ride! We gon' go in there and smoke all these motherfuckers I don't care who the fuck out there! Goddamnit! Is you down nigga? Aus Songtexte Mania