C Cane - Get Along Gang (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Hitman] I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam [Verse 1: Hitman] I don't care 'bout your bredrins' bredrins bringing Dem man are destined for sinking I do my ting myself, on a real, I And nobody's helped cause I feel like a misfit I should be a bigger MC than I am But I'm true to my word so I don't wanna arse-lick Ten years in this grime ting, I've been grafting You could never say I ain't active I'll take it old school like Raskit, not been a filler, might jack sh** Never been a spitter that chats sh** Bare man are with it, no ratchet I ain't really part of this get along gang Cause I've seen for myself, bare man move plastic You could be the sh**test MC, man ga**ed it Wasn't for my family, I'd do something drastic Like pull a 45 in your face, then blast it, bang [Hook: Hitman] I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam [Verse 2: Big Zuu] Bun a get along gang, I ain't tryna be friendly, no Dem man are five-a-side pitches I'm coming like Wembley Dem man wanna be besties Fake dons coming like a flat yat That's all of a sudden become chesty Man are getting on racks all pesty It's the B-I-G, I'm straight from the west, G [Verse 3: Deadly] If you ain't real, real, trust me, darg You'll be thinking "what's wrong with man?" I tell a man shut up, Dead didn't come here To try get along with man Man are badman, man don't bond with man I don't care if I follow man on the 'Gram Don't mean that I'm gonna do a song with man I'm like a weed man, I make sh** long for man [Verse 4: Capo Lee] Get along gang but the gang don't get along Man can't step on the flow that I'm getting on Big up the bruddas, trap, get it on You know that it's straight to the cell if you get it wrong I get dark, listen for your iPhone Man haffi check if the brightness setting on Man wanna know about the wave that I'm sitting on Gyal haffi get long bang, no petting on [Hook: Hitman] I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam [Verse 5: Grim Sickers] About get along gang Put the metal on man if you stepping on man Wetting on man like Evian, man Shut your mouth, put the telly on, man Sicker on man till the belly gone, man Hot in herre, going Nelly on man Over di wall like Elephant Man Hundred bags, kept telling 'em, man [Verse 6: Izzie Gibbs] 'Nuff of these MCs are talking their sh** Touch one of mine, are you mad? Blud I'll take a tour to your crib I'll be moving more than sick Wait, hold on a second, blaow What's that? Corn in his wig Holla at your b**h, that's a portion of dick [Verse 7: Vader] Getting along can get a bit long Still I show 'nuff love, don't be getting it wrong If you never do bond then you're begging it strong Straight away, you pure and pedigree dargs Always one with ulterior motives I'll cross man fast, try step on one's path Smile in your face till you turn your back These rats, they belong in a get along gang [Hook: Hitman & C Cane] I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam I ain't really part of this get along gang (gang) I ain't really part of this get along gang (gang) I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam (argh) [Verse 8: C Cane] No to a get along gang, that's all long Chameleons, why the handle's not on Same occupation but don't mistake 'em for friends If I aim, chicks are setting it on I'll toast each bredda 'fore they're breading it on [?] that they're getting it on Don't force no talk, we ain't setting it off So bun your begging, straight [?] [Verse 9] Get along with who? I ain't inna get along dudes Even if you got whole leap of food that meks you a move 'Cept man stop talking When Mez brings man in the room These n***as be new, get shook when they see a real roadman Or a real road dude Gonna grip up and shoot cuh right now I'm on a mad one Tryna get dem man slewed, no need to recruit [Hook: Hitman] I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't really part of this get along gang I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam