Gettin It Lyrics by Mase

Gettin It Lyrics

    [mase]
    How 'my complain, na?
    When i'm as pretty as my father?
    And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
    That know each other (yeah)

    Yo, i'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to it
    If a nigga really want it with me? let's do it
    See cats in the club, it's just music
    Thieves and killers'll tell ya, i just proved it
    I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it
    Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it
    I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
    Want it wit' us? come put your best to it
    Come clean now, i'll send these tests to it
    I should get a nike contract the way i "just do it"
    You know i hide b's on it
    Come on b.s. and leave on it
    Get 50 grand and breathe on it
    Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
    Might hit a chicken and then put cease on it
    Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
    Somebody move wrong, i put they teeth on the floor
    If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
    Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
    While i'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
    So i greet them like the chicken they are
    Said shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
    Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law
    Ain't no gettin' up if i hit you
    So all them cowards wanna ride with you
    They either die with you, or lie cripple
    Mess with me, now why would you?
    Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple
    Double up

    1 - [mase & flex]
    Where all my down super star's at? (gettin' it)
    Where the cats at the barn at? (gettin' it)
    Where the 90 girls that? (gettin' it)
    Where the girls around the world at? (gettin' it)

    Real hair, real furs (gettin' it)
    Got a house that's hers (gettin' it)
    For my niggas outta town at (gettin' it)
    Can't forget my niggas locked down at
    (gettin' it, uh huh)

    [mase]
    Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal
    Some hold they head, some see appeal
    Some come home wild in the week to kill
    Then show old cats young cats be real
    Deep throat be how i greet my chick
    Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
    Any man call me fam', got at least a brick
    Shut the whole morgue down just for easter kicks
    When i'm down and out and i need the chips
    Vietnam will be how i leave your script
    And it take dough just to reach the rich
    So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
    And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not
    Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked
    And any cat mess with us get one shot
    To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
    Blaque, back up, what what
    Blaque, back up, all out
    (where you at? where you at?)

    Repeat 1

    [mase]
    Yo, please don't make murda live out the name
    I'm only here to get enough, then i'm out the game
    A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
    It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
    Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same
    Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same
    Still wanted for the bricks, took up in maine
    Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
    Please don't be stupid, come out the chain
    Don't be a hero, this clip will bang
    A nigga like mase probably got everything
    X-30 g's, then why buy a plane?
    No skinny benz's, wide-bodied things
    Four dot, six dot, chick dot range
    Uh, all out (c'mon)
    Bad boy, double up
    (where you at? where you at? where you at?)
    It's not a game

    Repeat 1
    Repeat 1

    Come on, come on

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