Fabolous - The Get Back lyrics

[Verse 1] Who want to bet us that they can't f** with us Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, all the etceteras Until the d**h of us me and my confidantes, we shine We make the ambiance you n***as just rhyme You little n***as 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 k**ed this vibe, they just k**ed this vibe There's something about k**ing sh** 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 bu*t 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] I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me Until that day comes I slay these n***as 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 k**ed Keisha at the wedding I'm like dope boy looking for Ricky's k**er - one last soldier n***as who turn they backs on me turn your punk a** 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 motherf**er I'm Pac [?] "Riverside Motherf**er!" The get back everybody better get back, tell my n***as 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 co*ked back to him Guess what goes around comes around got back to him [Hook] [Interlude] Now these motherf**ers smoked your God damn cousin in front of you n***a! Blew his head off in front of your face and you ain't gon' do sh**? You acting like a little b**h right now n***a! Man f** that I ain't letting that sh** ride! We gon' go in there and smoke all these motherf**ers I don't care who the f** out there! Goddamnit! Is you down n***a?