Hook:   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em   Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em      Verse 1: (uh, okay, uh)   We hit the club, gripping on the ol' heat   Purple in the air, middle finger to the police (fuck 'em)   Then get a dub, I'm skidding up the whole street   Tires lookin' like ya nigga's sitting on some slow lease (twenty-sixes)   So sleek, skipping wit' ya old freak   Who swear to god I'm the flyest nigga on the whole east (east)   Get the drift*(drift), the party'll be pissed   When I buy the bar and only leave water on the list   Prick, I'm the shit,(shit) and known in the city (uh huh)   Prefer Cris' even though the Moe get me dizzy   So it's a rizzy, I'm 'bout it   Standing on the couches like I ain't got no home-training in me   Huh, you can't stop it, I'm harder to crack   So the DJ bring it back like he borrowed the track   I ain't never had a problem with that   I'm a problem in fact, a nigga really know a squad that can rap   Tell 'em go      Hook:      Verse 2:   We get it poppin',(poppin') you know where I'm from (harlem)   Everywhere I go them damn groupies wanna come (come)   Cuz if them lil' chickens ain't drooling on my 1s   It's the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the tongue   Hun, I'm gettin' bread, don't confuse it wit' a crumb (cha ching)   But if I gots to reach up in this Louis then ya done (blap)   Them Rugers'll get swung,*(swung)* you'll drop in a ditch (blap)   The cops'll have to tape up the block like it's ripped   I'm so smooth but move the drop 'til it skid   Pockets fulla cheese like a mozzarella stick   Rocks on the wrist, yes I drop hella chips   Prepetual, I don't want it if the watch got a tick   Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot like a strip   With the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for bricks   Trick, watch ya lips or get dropped from a cliff   Cuz I can get you off for a box fulla kicks, like      Hook      Verse 3:   We keep the bar pissed, buying out the hard liq'   That make ya broad sit right under the armpit   She say the god sick, brighten on the arm wrist   Ainlt harm shit but I iced her like a mob hit   A hard brick, biter every bar of piff   You heartless, you's a writer wit' a start kit   I'm hard prick, stressin' 'em out   It's a mutha fukini drought 'til I step out the house   I was never a slouch, listen B, dog known   As the Royce to call it like a B-ball zone   Watch me breeze on chrome, with the heat all shown   In my Dior own, this ain't D Hore homes, holmes   Devoted to floss, showin' it off   A boss, fresh to death like some clothes on a corpse   They stalk, the O that you brought, yo what this cost   I tell 'em doze you'll get lost with the dough that you tossed   You couldn't go      Hook