Subroc - Get-U-Now lyrics

[Intro] {*BEEP!*} The f** was that man? That sh** blew my head man... [Zev Love X] I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like Glocks A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety locks Won't get knocked cause I avoid the rage Catchin mad bodies like the AIDS I used to carry blades, now I'm fully loaded, save the bold sh** Tempt me I'mma empty the whole sh**, that's that cold sh** And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out I'm stickin up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out Cause my rent's due, f** with my money I'mma dead you And you can tell the accents X sent you, and he meant to Cut your throat, and maim your last breath, wait I got a bullet for your a** wit'cha name and your d**h date n***a! [Interlude] There it is - that's what got him I don't know man... [Hook: Zev Love X] I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now) [Intro] [Zev Love X] I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum Stuck on it, I'm settin it, bring it if you want it And I still got my .22, Won't never point it though I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets So f** my mother-in-law, I'm fin' to run the streets Be the syntax error, delete I live to spin wax, repeat but on beat [Hook] [Interlude] [Zev Love X] I got it, my tool, my utensil To draw lead in that a** like a pencil with a stencil And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery I'll be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherf**er! I'm rakin in the dough by the heap (Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete (Buck his a**) The last that you heard of your Jeep As you sleep, I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap [Hook] w/ variation "we gonna Get-U-Now" [Outro] n***a! f**a, uhh, watch you drop! You know what the f** we talkin about, word is bond And we ghost, C.M.!