Текст песни Fat Joe - Get The Hell on With That
Fat Joe - Get The Hell on With That слова песни
[fat joe]Whoa, whoa, whoaAll you frontin-ass niggazCallin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what? )Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what? )Yo, yo, yo, yoWhy you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there? These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaireFeel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in thereNow what it be like? You confused man, that shit dont even seem rightHow you cats on your album only three mics? Like pac shit is funny to meAll you niggaz livin bummy wasnt fuckin with meNow nigga get it on, soon you be dead and goneShorty got a bubble all she need the siliconeLove my a-t-l bitches, pay my bail bitchesType to let you fuck but never tell bitchesDown-ass hoes thatll grind that doughCatch me with another chick and beat em down to a pulpIts the f-a-t, to the, j-o-eDrink cris with the feds when they come for meNo cuffs, no guns, they respect a gNumber one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh? Are you serious? [chorus: fat joe]If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wristWalk around all night, same bottle of crisGet the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? If you see a bitch frontin in her best friends clothesNew sass weave and fucked up toesGet the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? [armageddon]Now all my ladies put your hands upNah mami, if you fuck for dough then yous a hoeAnd no Im not the one that dont drop the notesI only ice the beef and rock the coatThink you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are brokeMight get a little wheeze and assault, hes wroteSo get the hell on with that, dont you weave and feel itGet the hell on with that, Im aight Im chillinChicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the doughShouldve charged me at the door, I woulda let you knowGet the same jewel mouth full of heavy moCoulda made you a thug from the guy with the moBut yo, I aint never met a chick that was innocentThey all fuck some, eat some, never kissI know a lot that got skeed on and that was itSee me in the video like, "bitch is suckin dick!"[chorus: fat joe]You let him in at one time cause you thought he was flyNow you see him at the clubs, he dont pay you no mindGet the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your droBut when its time to go cop, he aint got no doughGet the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? [ludacris]Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin em luckCause Im bout to make em break a leg thinkin Im givin a fuckAnd you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crackChairs thrown when the heat is attackedAnd you hear the street - sound, hitters and runnersKillers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want usAre headed east - bound, trouble in west other than southCover your chest, they cover your mouthIm goin deep - down dirty indeed, birdies in needThirty degrees and you heard it from meBut Im bout to reach - round grabbin my gunThey scatter and run but Im handlin and havin some funThey gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spreadIf it aint then it aint, no wonder you deadSo go to sleep - now, throats is splittedAnd folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, biatch[chorus: fat joe]Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like theyre the typeBut when its time to go to war they runnin for dear lifeGet the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Got this clown runnin around like hes my famWe did time in what joint? I dont know you man!Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? [fat joe]Yeah, haha, t.s., terrorGet the hell on with that, get the hell on with thatYeah, charlie rock l.d., uhhTon montana rest in peace, 2001Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with thatYeah..