Get-U-Now lyrics

[Intro]
{*BEEP!*} The f*ck was that man?
That sh*t blew my head man...
We're coming to get you, n*gga

[Verse 1: Zev Love X]
I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like Glocks
A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety lock
Won't get knocked 'cause I avoid the rage
Catchin' mad bodies like the AIDS
I used to carry blades
Now I'm fully loaded, save the bold sh*t
Tempt me, I'mma empty the whole sh*t, that's that cold sh*t
And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter
And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter
Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out
I'm stickin' up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out
'Cause my rent's due, f*ck with my money I'mma dead you
And you can tell the accents X sent you
And he meant to cut your throat
And maim your last breath, wait
I got a bullet for your ass wit'cha name and your death date
n*gga!

[Interlude]
There it is - that's what got him
I don't know man...
[Hook: Zev Love X & DJ Subroc]
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)

[Interlude]
{*BEEP!*} The f*ck was that man?
That sh*t blew my head man...

[Verse 2: Zev Love X]
I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one
'Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum
Stuck on it, I'm settin' it, bring it if you want it
And I still got my .22, won't never point it, though
I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets
So, f*ck my mother-in-law, I'm finna run the streets
Be the syntax error, delete
I live to spin wax, repeat but on beat

[Hook: Zev Love X & DJ Subroc]
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
[Interlude: Zev Love X]
Yo, f*ck [?]
All right, do it motherf*cker, put it in your vest
That's what got him
I don't know

[Verse 3: Zev Love X]
I got it: My tool, my utensil
To draw lead in that ass like a pencil with a stencil
And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer
And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber
Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery
I be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherf*cker!
I'm rakin' in the dough by the heap
(Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete
(Buck his ass) The last that you heard of your Jeep as you sleep
I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap

[Hook: Zev Love X & DJ Subroc]
We gonna Get-U-Now, uh
We gonna Get-U-Now, yeah
We gonna Get-U-Now, huh
We gonna Get-U-Now

[Outro: Zev Love X]
n*gga! f*cka, uhh, watch you drop!
You know what the f*ck we talkin' about, word is bond
And we ghost, C.M.!