The Alchemist - Get at Me lyrics

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The Alchemist - Get at Me lyrics

[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous You tell that son-of-a-b**h he's made a big mistake And you tell him personally...from me! And stay outta here! [Havoc] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed n***a I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type n***a Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter With the gat, I'm like Basquiat paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a j**el If I'm f**in your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause I won't take a L, whether in your crib or the outside world Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? The fashion-a** n***as you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Man down, n***a it's the same sh** n***as like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, n***a, the smart decision And I'm picking n***as off with the sharp precision(pow) n***as need to see the wis' because they heart is missin [Hook] [Havoc (Prodigy)] (Get at me) n***as wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) n***as wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) n***as wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) n***as wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Yeah, n***a what's beef? Shotties and macks, little two-shots Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Bag your strength, n***a them bombs and fists Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Just move on them n***as with excessive force And don't stop 'til them n***as don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch f** them, buck more shots, get out that b**h Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out Torch your house, stalk your kin, b**hes and friends It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul f** liquor, for my n***a, we gon' pour some blood out It's f**ed up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My n***as is here, brace yourself [Hook] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... When some a**hole's gonna step out of the dark And blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] First of all, we the one and only...infamous (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out

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