Trife Diesel - We Get it In lyrics

[Intro: Trife Diesel] Uh, we get it in, S.I.N.Y., n***a, we get it in Stapleton, Theodore n***as, we get it in Them T.M.F. --- we get it in S.I.N.Y., n***a, we get it in (The Money First) Them T.M.F., we get it in (Too Much f**ing) T.M.F., all day, we get it in (oh!) Yo, yo [Trife Diesel] I'm the jet signer, sip champagne on jet liners Leave ya apron, cooking up coke in the Chef's diner Touch n***as like old pedophiles who s** minors Leave you lost in the back of the woods where they can't find ya Vagina Monologue, you soft, straight p**y For the strip with them watery dips and them beige cookies f** a price range, I blew ten stacks on a dice game Place your bets, if it's less than a quarter, it's slight change I'm on a night train to Georgia, got to fill these orders I'm paper stacking, ya'll just looking silly on them corners Keep away from them fed lovers and watch for informers My b**h got a gun license, cuz them Glocks stay up on us Riding dirty with kevlar vestes, who wan' test us? Let my goons go to work on the first, n***a who sent you I'm connected with mob bosses, and guineas, Jamaicans and Trini's And rude boys who act a fool up for Henny [Chorus: Trife Diesel] 44's, big burners, that raw, bang up on your man Corridors, to the mess hall, n***a we get it in Razorblades that'll f** up your fade and give you a trim We experts with them gems, and n***a we get it in S.I.N.Y. (n***a we get it in) Them Stapleton, Theodore n***a (we get it in) Whether on the streets busting our heat or locked in the pen I repeat once again (my n***a, we get it in) [Trife Diesel] I stay high off the wibble, n***as speaking in riddles But I leave 'em all wet like Daytona Beach when it drizzle Catch me on the creep late night like Jimmy Kimmel Black down, hoodied up so you know I'm strapped with the pistol An iron nickle and twist you, turn you into a cripple Get plugged with hot slugs that'll burn your bone to the grissle Meat hanging off of your tissue, and once my n***a Hawk blow the whistle Be weary, coming to get you Them F boys pull up in stretch toys, and we heavily armed With them tools like mechanics who work in Pep Boys Rapid fire, black attire, feds wanna tap the wire Sammy Gravanos get hollow, dead in they condo Bloody vets spread from beating this n***a head like a bongo Guerilla warfare we was born and raised in the congos The Stapleton rock crushers, spot rushers, block busters Yo, Snips, let these n***as know now they can not touch us [Chorus] [Trife Diesel] Meet the kid with the sinister grin who k** innocent men And drew blood from the minister's pen I get it in, lock and load, watch how my shot gon' blow Contact the main headquarters tell them the shop is closed I move with a flock of hoes, who get skiied, smoke weed and eat Dominos Wild like some refugees in Guantanamo, quick to let the llama go And any given night I slay mics like Geronimo I live for the drama though, Barack Obama I'm the only man breathing that can stop Osama Bulletproof humvees, no honor amongst thieves When I spit, let off a hundred shot clip with one squeeze One shot, one k**, never will the sun chill Mr. Hanco*k, getting money like a young Will Assa**inate a nation, man up your battle stations Battle Satan walking through hell with the power nation [Chorus]