You Can Get the Gat for That lyrics

You can get the gat for this
And you can get the gat for that

(CHORUS)
n*ggas wonder why S-P-I do or die
I don't give a f*ck, I'm just a n*gga stayin high
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
Cause these playin hatin n*ggas wanna jack me for my rizzide
n*ggas wonder why S-P-I do or die
I'm just a young n*gga and I wanna get my cash on
So why do you roll with a strap on ya side
Cause if sh*t'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on

It goes 1 for the treble, 2 for the funk
Time to get my motherf*ckin 12 gauge pump
I blast off like NASA, as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like casper
I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz
They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz
For them bootsie motherf*ckers that be ridin around
Hidin around the corner tryin to gun a motherf*cker down
Wearin his adams apple like a f*ckin snapple
Dismantle motherf*ckers, and hear they bodies crackle
Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they ass
With a fury of them buckshots, crackin they mask
Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that kidnap your mama
The big mack from the itty-bitty city
n*ggas actin sh*tty so I licks em with my nitty
(CHORUS)

Stick that n*gga, I told my DJ Xtra Large
As we pull some n*ggas car up out his own garage
I stack them n*ggas up in them hearses like a can a sardines
2000 dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green
"Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say
187, comin wicked leavin black much day"
I don't be f*ckin' with them n*ggas who be shady and sh*t
Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a hindu to sip on
Trip on this n*gga that's leavin' em dead in the alley
Whats your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali
Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some
See mosta these n*ggas up in my set, we bustin dum-dums
My uzi eats em up and spits em out, f*ck a title bout
I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist fight without a doubt
Cause I ain't playin, fightin is f*ckin around
I'd rather bust and leave your ass 6 feet up under ground

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(G-Nut)
Yeah, its the G-Motherf*ckin Nizzo, that nappy headed n*gga
They got me lookin' up over my shoulder now man
I gotta strap
I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me
b*tches snitchin, heh, it really ain't the same
But um, Spice told me once, him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me
That I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for that
And that's what the f*ck I'm gone do
I'm out this b*tch man