Lirik Lagu Get The Hell on With That - Fat Joe
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[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 don't even seem rightHow you cats on your album only three mics?Like 'Pac shit is funny to meAll you niggaz livin bummy wasn't 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 that'll grind that doughCatch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulpIt's 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 Cris'Get 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 friend's 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 you's a hoeAnd no I'm not the one that don't 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 a salty throat,So get the hell on with that, don't you weave and feel itGet the hell on with that, I'm aight I'm chillinChicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the doughShould've charged me at the door, I woulda let you knowGet the same jewel mouth full of heavy Mo'Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'But yo, I ain't 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 I sucked his dick[Chorus: Fat Joe]You let him in at one time cause you thought he was flyNow you see him at the clubs, he don't 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 it's time to go cop, he ain't 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 I'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I'm 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 mouthI'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed, birdies in needThirty degrees and you heard it from mebut I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gunThey scatter and run but I'm handlin and havin some funThey gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spreadIf it ain't then it ain't, 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 they're the typeBut when it's 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 he's my famWe did time in what joint? I don't 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..
