Get ’Em lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
You are watching a master at work
Yeah!
Haha! Drama, I'm back
This what y'all was waiting on?
Dedication 2, bah
I put a couple pounds on since the last go-around
Yeah, I ain't gon' even wait on 'em, I'ma get 'em now
We been eating around these parts!
Get 'em! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[False Starts: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping (Ill!)
(G— G— G-Get 'em!)
My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping
If n*ggas snitching, then I let them n*ggas hold something (Gangsta!)
(G— G-Get— G-Get 'em!) Gangsta Grillz, you bast*rds!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping
If n*ggas snitching, then I let them n*ggas hold something
If n*gga owe something, need a doctor's note from him
Or his throat from him; these lil n*ggas? (Pay attention!)
Thinking they fresh—get whipped out your clothes, young'un'
I got it all, but I'll beat you like you stole something (Oh!)
My b*tch trippin', say I treat her like my old woman
I tell a b*tch I'm probably better off with no woman
Yeah, I get that brand-new money
I'm the boss, b*tch—I'm touching every dollar that's coming
Stop playing, I know what I'm doing, let me get 'em
I hope his kids not with him
Y'all motherf*ckers know me, I'm a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the mattress and the guns in the couch
What up? Putting out c*ckroaches in the ashtray
It's payday 'til my last day, yeah
Walking that line with a lot on my mind
I get that money, never dropping a dime
I don't hate—never, not on my time
I'll put that little red dot on your mind
Talking that crime, but a lot of 'em lying, I'm—
Caught on the grind, never get off my grind, I'm a—
Pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride
Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side, yeah
Zoom-zoom, b*tch, ride a n*gga broom, witch
Half a ki', wet, stinking up your whole room, b*tch
Now, break out the perfume, b*tch
And n*ggas come from off that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship
Straight up, tell ‘em, I do’s this
One pistol, two clips; I aim at lips
Wayne that sh*t, sh*t on y'all
Given to you from the God: I am the God
[Break: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & DJ drops]
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
A dedication!
Yeah
My n*gga, Philant, rest in peace!
Yeah, yeah
Weezy Baby, the God
That's right
Hehehe
Fee, I had to!
Gangsta Gri-zillz!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Yeah, money on my mind, money-money on my mental
Super-super soaker, wet a n*gga like a swimsuit
I think they sipping on that "I Can f*ck With Him" juice
Test me if you wanna, bad man, I knock a limb loose
I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere
And if a n*gga disrespect me, then he shall be buried there
That's my word, got a urge to hit a n*gga and swerve
And them birds in the tree get shot down to my feet
It's me, motherf*cker, what's better to see?
And when you greedy like me, ain't nothing better than beef
See, I would meet each one of you n*ggas in the street
Then eat, and pick you little b*tches out my teeth
Shout-out to the green and red stitches in my tee, n*gga
With no Gucci, I'm a double-G, n*gga
My brothers, you have sinned
And the God, I am, amen
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