Tech N9ne - Let Me Get It lyrics

[Intro] Predator sh**, PREDATOR! ("You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me.") [Verse 1: Crooked I] Let me get it They let a Cali boy in Slaughterhouse, it's a wrap 38 specialist, rounds in the strap Tryna get off the last ounce in the trap My OG's in the 'Lac, bouncing to Zapp That's our lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large Picking em up not giving a f** about a gun charge Zipping em up in a body bag, f** n***as mad Welcome to our house, dead rappers in the front yard I ain't Steve Nash, nobody get a pa** I found the n***a that made a top 50 hot MC list And my Glock committed sodomy and shot him in the a** Standing over his body I probably shoulda asked Why the greatest rappers gotta be somebody from the past Compared to Slaughterhouse, a lot of n***as trash Following a fad, what would I do if they follow the Slaughter They prolly swallow this hollow and a mag Tongue full of dung, it's sh** talking n***as want me dead, f** it I'm still walking Enemies in the club, f** it I'm still parking the coupe First put the roof on a milk carton Walked in, they hand me the mic Told baby girl it gotta be tonight My bed or your bed? Yeah I'm thinking with both heads You know, great minds think alike [Hook: Crooked I] What you got under that skirt? (let me get it) Vodka, Henny and that purp (let me get it) Cribs, cars and net worth (let me get it) Slaughterhouse gang, Tech N9ne go and get it [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Lot of molly, an out of body experience I'm feeling kind of Gotti and all ya'll into weird events A party prolly jolly counsel me when I'm inherent With the shotty riding when I party it's Abu Dhabi Who gonna pick it up, we gonna rip it up And I'mma get up in my zone now f**ing the women I'm up in her, winning no money, I'm her bone pal p**y pounding I'm pushing polygamy procedures Packing and popping pretty penis pockets I please her These I ease, Techa Neez got the bees of an evil deed But I'mma G, never see us With a telescope n***a cause it's hella dope I got so many worshipers with me, I could sell a quote I yell the most, I tell the goat I'm gonna take it even if they hate it and fill the boat Fellas, you tell us to gel it, we're gonna quell his hope Embelish ya melon fail to be real and develop rope de la throat When I rhyme I'm conniving cause I bring Live wickedness brightening your high beams Frightening life like some lye in your Visine Psyche swiped clean, high as the hygiene Let me get it p**y, weed, or liquor yo, let me hit it I don't kick it if you be messy with it Tecca Nina keeping KCMO on the fitted Any Slaughterhouse gang affiliation I'm f**ing with it [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody seconding what I be spitting, we misfits Gonorrhea mixed with diarrhea, that sick sh** You f**ers wack, need them Puffy plaques, them big hits Them R. Kelly, I'm so rich I piss on a b**h hits And b**hes get the business In a convertible eating big dick While I'm parked like a picnic Wrapping their big lips around my stick shift rocking French tips s**ing me hollow after they swallow my kids I'm asking [Hook]