Get Back lyrics

***Also appears on Tragedy Khadafi - Thug Matrix II - The Fugitive

(Prodigy)
Know sometimes you just got to show n*ggas how you do things
That sh*t hurt . . .time will tell like my n*gga Illa Ghee always said
I love all my n*ggas, I swear cross my heart hope to die (alright)
Hear me out, put a bullet in your mind

(Prodigy Verse)
Yo thun they caught me from the blind side me the Pee
The one who spread love, me I never sh*t on my peeps
I never left my dogs out in the cold
I extended my hand with compassion, you extended yours in war
Cool f*ck it, y'all snakey mother f*ckers
Gonna learn how this n*gga rock quiet storm n*ggas
Leave you shot for dead, n*gga I'll rot your flesh
By myself come for delf and just pop your head
Now have a good night you snake skin bast*rd
See you at the crossroads faggot
And in the mean time and in between time
Pee will be layed up with more shines, more dollars for more nines
More boxes of talons to put in your spine
You cross me n*gga you lost your mind
Scratch that you never knew from the start
So I forgive you, after you die squirmish, shots burneth
(Prodigy Hook:)
Thun the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that sh*t you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that sh*t you did
Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even b*tch

(Ammo Verse)
Son we chose life fast, and n*ggas kept stuntin'
Had to show our ass straight up explode right fast
It sounds cold but we roll like that
Rippin' rats finished off our path, we was close like that
All them nights that we threw back yak
Who would thought he do me like that straight leave me flat
n*ggas ain't never feed me black, wanna see me clap
Blood filling up the cement crack
Straight snakes and I resent that I fall back try to prevent that
Try not to be bent at, foul atmosphere
Stunning what's happening here
Got me 'bout to dumb out dumping out Macs in here
n*ggas catch a hot one, f*cking with Am this year
Wet every man in here vengence lost my senses
Y'all start quarrels I end it
And show up at your wake full of sorrow pretending
To blend in
(Prodigy Hook:)
Thun the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that sh*t you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that sh*t you did
Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even b*tch

(Tragedy Khadafi Verse)
Yo I blow holes in ?moschinos?, splash n*ggas in they mink ?stoles?
Down to their Kenneth Coles, f*ck model b*tches center fold
Never love a ho, you got guns let it go my n*gga let it blow
And what had killed you is what you don't know
It's two-five goodfellas gettin' dough
Yo my mom chose dope made love to the needle
I caught 'em f*ckin numerous times and turned evil
Back in '89 you can say I'm trapped in tme
Still thirsty like a little n*gga dying to sihne
Baby moms said I got issues, too many problems
I rock timbs 'til my socks turn orange
Do a n*gga dirty, relate to the unworthy
A young G with Q-T and black shirty
I've been nice since lee pin stripes and britsh knights
Fore' building razor tag and sword fights
n*ggas see the light when they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
And I'm nice with both, coming at me with the wrong approach
Don't make me Arab neck tie your throat, you b*tch n*gga!!
(Prodigy Hook: To Fade)
Thun the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that sh*t you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that sh*t you did
Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even b*tch