eMC - Git Sum lyrics

[Verse One] [Wordsworth]: Now or never [Punchline]: We down together We the future [Wordsworth]: Cause what we do now's forever Came with a better song [Punchline]: And never sounded better [Wordsworth]: Dug deep underground [Punchline]: Now you found the treasure [Stricklin]: We 'bout to get a whole mound of cheddar and get our name hot Get it poppin' and stop standin' in the same spot The money worth it but the fame not It only give you grief and get you in more beef than Game got [Punchline]: Claim spots With this New York rap Like Flava Of Love, we bringin' New York back Watch the dough stack sh** I rip MC's Diss me and be an unsolved mystery [Wordsworth]: Back to back though consistently Can't quit, I'mma spit till nobody can exist but me At this point can't spit for free My daughter need kicks and gifts for under the Christmas tree Learn the history It's the E [Masta Ace]: Don't forget MC [Stricklin]: And y'all dudes ain't really sh** to me Cause yo, I don't give a f** about them guns that you not blastin' And I don't really care about the checks that you not cashin' Or the chicks, you know the ones that you not smashin' I'll f** around and punk all you cats and I'm not Ashton I'm a brand new pair of Tims, I'm high fashion I'm takin' everything that I want and I'm not askin' [Masta Ace]: I got pa**ion, that's why I do what I does Timberland beef and brocs while your crews into Lugz And you can stop doin' them d** Fall back, be easy East coast, NYC, Mid Weezy

[Punchline]: Believe me, we steal the show, straight thieve it Like Magic, you say you ill but I don't see it Believe it Drop more Juelz/j**els than Santana Rob a bank with no mask and wave at the camera [Wordsworth]: Raisin' the standards, our phrases and grammar [Punchline]: PA to Atlanta VA to Havana [Wordsworth]: They waitin' to ban us Raisin' a hand up [Punchline]: Amazed and they amped up They praise and they stand up [Wordsworth]: Like Nate when he slam dunks [Punchline]: Battle, put a grand up Feel me though I get dough your style trash I fathered your style, you a son/Sun like Steve Nash I get cash Opposed, get slowed down so [Masta Ace]: Let's go [Verse Two] [Sean Price]: Get some of this Yeah, Sean Price lyricist of the year with a spliff and a beer When the piff in the air, the smoke alarm go off I smoke more than Snoop, I'm such a f**in' show off ? Mr. Wonderful rap sh** Tao Kwon Do flow off the wall, I back flip Piss mattress gymnastic, Ruck is the hood type Five on the black hand side like what it look like Yo, Sean don't care about the ones you got If I did then your head would have a sunroof top I'm ready to do, whatever I do Like break the head off your shoulder I'll Freddy your do Take it back like wearing Pro Keds on the stoop But upgraded like throw the infrared at your group n***as wanna see the veteran flop I put out Monkey Barz now n***as say I'm better than Rock [Masta Ace]: Let's go, get some Let's go, come on then