Get It How We Get It Lyrics

Get It How We Get It lyrics

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime

 Know what I'm saying?

 Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga

 Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?

 See...

 

 I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga

 Send your weak body floating in the river

 Ways of the day, man nobody knows 

 If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.

 Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'

 Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope

 See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold

 Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold

 Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show

 For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow

 Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor

 Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat

 The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat

 Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul

 Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go

 Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'

 

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 Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas

 Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust

 >From tracks to traps, slabs to raps

 Spread a little round', make it all come back

 

 Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain

 And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain

 Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass

 So get your face up out the floor

 And know that it's real

 Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live

 My life day by day, in the way I only should

 So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good

 To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path

 To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast

 And in a flash, you back at home

 Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep

 Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep

 Now take a peep, and tell me what you see

 It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets

 So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit

 Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

 

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 I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up

 Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck

 I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made

 10% in church, oh it's a business now

 Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit

 Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though

 A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'

 I went from trapped thang off in this rap game

 Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same

 And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes

 You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise

 They say they know the deal, they say it's all real

 They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill

 A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill

 I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'

 

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