Get Me (Dirty)

[00:03.19] (Get me) Uh-huh
[00:04.94] (They pretty) Uh-huh
[00:07.32] (Wit me) Uh-huh
[00:09.70] (It's crispy) Yeah
[00:12.05] Whoo Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
[00:20.99] Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire
[00:23.75] Your wife is gettin' curious homie you better hide her
[00:26.02] Keep it gully baby boy, share that
[00:28.05] Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at
[00:30.55] Niggas only mad cause they asses can't rap
[00:32.64] Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
[00:35.46] Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
[00:37.78] You got a thousand niggas I'll do numbers with half that
[00:40.14] Catch me wylin' out with a mami in Club Black
[00:42.57] Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed
[00:45.29] Yeah, if it's somethin' I'm feelin' you runnin' that
[00:47.82] And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?
[00:49.79] Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped
[00:52.40] Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
[00:55.48] Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
[00:57.51] Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap
[01:00.30] See the cats in the whips want to, get me
[01:02.42] But I got the pounds and them 9's, they pretty
[01:04.43] See me on the streets, them gorillas they, wit me
[01:07.07] Bills in the pockets, know them things is, crispy
[01:09.34] Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
[01:11.88] Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
[01:14.02] So for the 9 I got beef for days
[01:16.61] Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
[01:19.14] Call the coroner
[01:19.21] Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
[01:22.04] I'm hungry, niggas is eatin' fo' pounds, I walk through 'em
[01:24.56] Either you shook or your 9 spray
[01:26.52] You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way
[01:29.79] Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up
[01:31.82] The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
[01:34.47] Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
[01:36.71] When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up
[01:39.33] There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
[01:41.48] Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
[01:44.03] You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
[01:46.48] 'Fore I show you what the 9 or three-eighty like
[01:48.94] Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
[01:51.30] All this rap in the booth, or wassup in the street
[01:53.81] Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat
[01:56.37] Think different the mac'll spin' you like the G-Unit piece
[01:59.00] See the cats in the whips want to, get me
[02:00.87] But I got the pounds and them 9's, they pretty
[02:03.04] See me on the streets, them gorillas they, wit me
[02:05.71] Bills in the pockets, know them things is, crispy
[02:07.00] Hey hey
[02:08.66] Look I walk around with my pound in a glass
[02:10.29] Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
[02:13.43] How I roll? Why would you ask?
[02:14.76] Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
[02:18.33] I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge
[02:20.46] That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
[02:23.19] From the ave, where snitches get blast
[02:25.24] They say, no Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs like that
[02:27.98] I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last
[02:30.73] I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
[02:32.77] Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
[02:35.12] Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the deck
[02:37.48] Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
[02:40.13] We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
[02:42.67] We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
[02:45.20] It's deep, we can't even speak in certain' rooms
[02:47.51] See the cats in the whips want to, get me
[02:49.46] But I got the pounds and them 9's, they pretty
[02:51.98] See me on the streets, them gorillas they, wit me
[02:54.43] Bills in the pockets, know them things is, crispy
[02:56.69] Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
[02:59.06] Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
[03:01.22] So for the 9 I got beef for days
[03:04.03] Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
[03:06.31] Call the coroner
[03:06.83] I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
[03:09.49] They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
[03:11.73] It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
[03:14.51] They not a group, they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
[03:16.71] More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
[03:19.31] Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
[03:21.74] All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
[03:24.12] E'rytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go
[03:26.48] Straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there
[03:29.07] They know it's safe to spend they money over here
[03:31.60] E'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
[03:33.98] That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
[03:36.49] Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em
[03:38.67] They know it's safe to spend they dough over here
[03:41.13] Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast
[03:43.51] Them niggas got garbage, this is that smack
[03:45.75] See the cats in the whips want to, get me
[03:48.16] But I got the pounds and them 9's, they pretty
[03:50.52] See me on the streets, them gorillas they, wit me
[03:52.72] Bills in the pockets, know them things is, crispy
[03:55.25] Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
[03:57.72] Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
[04:00.02] So for the 9 I got beef for days
[04:02.49] Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
[04:04.84] Call the coroner