Geez To Get Lyrics

Geez To Get lyrics

f/ Killa Tay, Cosmo, The Commissiona



(Verse 1)

(Killa Tay)

Whoever took the wrong path, 28 havin long cash

Tired of goin past my baby boy growin fast

Look in his eyes I know he ready to ride

With homicide on his mind cuz ain't no peace to find

I'm on the front line battlin demons with verbal weapons

With my heat release I see 'em runnin for protection

No question, I do the checkin with perfection

I stay clockin G's got the trees for the section

Incredible not, that nigga Sean T lace the beats

And now we comin with enough game to change the streets

And I ain't trippin off the fame it's all the same to me

I need my money cuz nothin in life came for free

I used to life the thug life and pack a chrome

Hustled 24/7 'till my sac was gone

Little kids on my block gettin blasted on

But it's a cold world baby and we all shady

White man tryin to tell me I'm crazy and lock me up

Got me fucked up with both hands cuffed

Feelin stuck, 'till my heartbeat cease I'm reppin C-Fold

Nothin to live for, so much to die for livin the life of a psycho



(The Commissiona)

Until I speak of the truth I feel a mil ticket's gettin closer

The Gambino's nigga we certified souljah's

I been laced in the game back in the late 80's

And now it's the year 2001

Some crucial on frontline, tryin to stay away from one time 

Ridin off into the sunset

You taught your whole dealy and come to the game tryin to compete with us

Or ride with us we leavin niggaz speechless

Speak in the heat of all speeches

We 30 deep in this game, we hustle hard and got G's to gain

Make a large amount of paper nigga larger than life

Behind this click nigga The Commissiona I got geez to get



(Chorus X2-JT The Bigga Figga)

I got geez to get, P's to flip

Turned off my phone cuz it's hot as a bitch

I know they watchin on the block but I couldn't beleive

When the homies try to tell on me



(Verse 2)

(Cosmo)

We makin moves, my team too strong we can't lose

Head up against the world take a walk in my shoes

And you gon' see why I act this way 

Gettin Low with some real G's stackin the pay

I'm wakin up fresh off the flight, still hung over from last night

Nothin on my mind but the grind and gettin my cash right

And my vision, I got plots and plans for multimillions

So I can go cop a new Benz when I get the feelin

Makin a killin, off this here rap that I'm dealin

With my cash stacked up to the ceiling

I'm gettin money rockin more bottles and gold lynch to hang to my balls

Dip in act flip stacks to pay for my dogs

That got lost in this cold life

I got tired of workin cold nights and hangin on the block with no fight

I'm thinkin that I might get, slapped and jacked

Facin 25 to a L what type of life is that

I know the shit wasn't meant for me

I'm Young Pachino born floss on you bitches, ballin with Gambino's

Who got nothin to lose

Grabbin my dick, flippin off the world clutchin my tools, make ya lose



(JT The Bigga Figga)

This California lifestyle was dope by the Pound

My nigga wild when it's high profile

We through the aisles, checkin for Beamer's and Benz's 

Searcher in this, for the right one took a strike 'em it's kinda nice son

Cuz we the tight ones, collar poppin to get the pesos

Sacks of dego, stack the cheddar just like the Lego

About to take ov'

We need to reach for your profile and, platinum medallion

Steppin out spaceships with stallions

Next turn your eyes glance up at the bosses

Niggaz is cautious, of these hataz they see us flossin

Camouflage my souljah's sit in a garage

Tinted, my niggaz in it with 2 more guys

I got the mind of a hustler, a tongue of a pimp

Keep my mind on my money gotta ride for the click

We certified from the rap game known to keep it crack game

West Coast Mafia nigga sittin on stacks mayn 



(Chorus X4-JT The Bigga Figga)

I got geez to get, P's to flip

Turned off my phone cuz it's hot as a bitch

I know they watchin on the block but I couldn't beleive

When the homies try to tell on me