Jay Electronica - Get 'Em lyrics

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Jay Electronica - Get 'Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Porter] The games about to get hot Ayo doc, you better tell them other producer n***as that they bet' not drop Wait Cause Mr. Porter ain't playing What the f** is you saying, I'll f** over you mans When my crew get to bringing some guns and start the spraying Have the whole crowd bowing like some m**ms praying Boy, this n***as mad cause I f**ed his toots I got a way with hoes, my dicks long as Yao Ming foot, nope Nope nope nah n***a your sh**s invalid I'm bout money, you chasing b**hes like Jimmy Fallon Well I'm the type to get 'em f**ed up, drunk and wiling All crunk in the G-5 smilin, that's how I (get em, get em) See if you want that ho back, you ain't close to no pimp you should focus on rap I got bars big as coconuts n***a in fact I keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] I don't give a damn my n***a Peep me out I got a bomb a** gun and a landmine trigger Posted at the bar, where I slam my liquor Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters You little insect f**s'll get crushed No rap clique exists, it's just us Saw you little f*gs, posing in the pages of the rap mags And I am the black flag Spraying ya'll chumps to d**h, I'm that bad And I don't even speak to cats, I'm that mad So if I was on some brand new sh** So what, you little coward n***as won't do sh** Approach with caution, your mans got issues And I'm a great shot the heat, will not miss you If we got problems, I will not diss you I'm a sic the dogs on ya'll to come get you [Jay Electronica:] Six minutes Jay Elect you're on I transform, and blast on a n***a like megatron I got the power I'm on fire like the west wing of the Pentagon and the North Tower I'll break yo a** off proper The resident doctors giving out one way tickets to ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya These f** n***as ain't real like Snuffleupagus That's why when they bumpin they gums, we let the muskets buss You don't believe me, ask em We smack rappers in they face, spit on they kicks, and blast 'em Yeah, get nervous now I'm a f**in animal with the verbs and nouns I'm a f**in cannibal in the herd of clowns You n***as look like heaps of steaks and burger mounds When my ears start ringing, and them voices say hit' em I have no motherf**ing choice but to get 'em

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