Get Out lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]
C'mon
Yeah
Face Mob
Uh huh, uh huh uh
His name is Jigga
Yeah
What's happenin baby
Wassup, wassup witcha?
Tryin to get this loot
Yeah
Knowwhatimsayin?
No doubt

[Verse One: Scarface & Jay-Z]
So what's it gon' be? Women? Whiskey? Weed?
Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, n*gga
You could get them thangs for a lesser fee
Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure
Them thangs look free
I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed
Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
My n*gga, for sheez! Right back at you
Holla after you land we get it before you leave
Is you for sure? Them n*ggas out there still got cheese
'Cause my n*ggas in the drop bounced back to slanging OZs
Man, them n*ggas raping the town without breaking 'em down
Them bast*rds making a killing, slanging half our buildings
For real, man, I'm on my last nine thousand
Ain't got no money, I'm fighting cases with this ho money
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
n*ggas better get the f*ck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
n*ggas better get the f*ck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
n*ggas better get the f*ck out the house

[Verse Two: Scarface & Jay-Z]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the door
I got a hoopty from this doofy n*gga around the way
I had the four-four under the rug, weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the f*ck is Jay-Z?
Goddamn, traffic is getting on my nerve
I seen 'Face by the curb

[Dialogue Break: Scarface & Jay-Z]
Goddamn, dog! I been sittin here thirty minutes!
Man, you know these motherf*cking cab drivers. Like they own this motherf*cker
Open the trunk. Damn!
Open this motherf*cker
Ill! And then I'm thinking...
[Verse Two (Cont'd): Scarface & Jay-Z]
Jigga, let's get this motherf*cking cash, n*gga
Well, if it's a money thing
Let's get this motherf*cking money, man
And then I said to Jigga
Let's get this motherf*cking cash, n*gga
I got a dope house scoped out
An escape route? No doubt
Let's hit the highway; load up, lock
Let's do this sh*t! Hold up, cops
You tripping! It's eight million stories in this naked motherf*cker
Yeah, and ten million undercovers
We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door
They got guns in the couch, they got sh*t in the floor
n*ggas is gon' sh*t they drawers!
They got a b*tch at the door
Bullsh*t, heard that stupid sh*t before

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
n*ggas better get the f*ck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
n*ggas better get the f*ck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
n*ggas better get the f*ck out the house
[Verse Three: Scarface & Jay-Z]
I hit the buzzer: "Míra, Manny!
Let me up! It's Joey, motherf*cker!"
Taking the steps up with only one thing on our minds
Wipe this motherf*cker clean, everybody gotta die
As the steps got closer, the voices got louder, you hear it?
Death's approaching, we coming for that powder
Then I knocked four times, I hit the ho with clear polish
Well, she couldn't see sh*t, now what's it gonna be, b*tch?