Get Out Tha Way lyrics

[Intro: B.G.]
Watch out
Let them hot boys through n*gga, f*ck
Get out tha way
What n*gga

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Straighten up b*tch n*gga fore my K cut loose
You gives a f*ck bout me I gives a motherf*ck bout you
If it's trouble you like it's trouble I bring
I'm a bosser I ride at night and I'm gonna let mines hang
I sho discriminate at all (At all) beef I eliminate I play the game raw (Game raw)
Sleep I advise you not to do when it's war time
I have n*ggas catching they cut when I be slinging nine (Uh uh)
Lil Wayne, Juvie and Turk that's who I roll wit (Who)
If I gotta lick that's who I go kick in the door wit (Who)
Baby is who I drink that absolutely Mo' wit (Who)
That's my n*gga that's who I always toss a ho wit (Oh)
You know B.G. about that shoot em up and bang bang (Bang, bang)
You know them n*ggas that I roll wit bout the same thangs (Same thangs)
We've been thugging since way before I got alittle fame (A Little fame)
We ahead of you n*ggas cause we got alittle change (A Little fame)
Get out tha way n*gga

[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's hot, ah drop it like it's hot, hot
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yo, yo
Seperate me from the fake, I'm from Holly Grove (Grove)
Pop the trunk to get my K, low, c*ck, and load
I'ma guerrilla n*gga walking wit a pump in my hand
M-11 around my back wit two Glocks in my pants
Blow a bag of that good so I could hit a n*gga hood
Jump out tha back of the hummer wit' something that goes, "Brrrr"
Better vacate the premises
'Cause we wipe out you, yo peoples, leave no witnesses
They call me the number one thug
See I be all about that hum bug
You play around and catch a dumb slug
Cause I be all out, pants fall down to my ankles
Think I ain't about function you get stump like Kirk Franklin
You get got, flip flopped tossed and tumbled
I'm running wit your life in my hands, oops, I fumbled
I'm a n*gga from the jungle started up in ruins
Better get out the way let my clique come through
You heard me

[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's hot, ah drop it like it's hot, hot
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
[Verse 3: Turk]
A hot boy that's who I be's wodie
And I stay geared up wit tee's bo's and ree's wodie
Forever thugging is in me so I'mma do what I do
Keep it real f*ck wit me or my dogs and you get yo sh*t peeled
On the real we pack steel that'll kill
Loose lips sank ships so keep yo sh*t sealed
When we come through, scit scat or get hit
Don't matter what size you is got bullets that gonna fit
Call me the young thugger, thugged out everyday
Bout slinging nine at anytime I don't play
I run wit guerillas out that wild Magnolia
T.C. six and wheelers knock your neck off your shoulder (Come around the wrong)
I'm from uptown where n*ggas get lowed down
Dump bodies and miss you and in the back it can't be found (Come around the wrong)
It ain't no game n*gga it's that guerrilla war sh*t
Shot's at close range, spark when it gets dark sh*t
Get out tha way

[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's hot, ah drop it like it's hot, hot
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
[Verse 4: Juvenile]
Now motherf*ck that, you got my money I don't trust that
Look black give me what's mine fo you get bust at
Now up that cause my trigga finger's be starving
Depause them, n*ggas that be jumping over margins
Now call them laws for me like he had a big crime too
This ain't no warning you gonna have to
It's a reason n*ggas be doing what they do
I feel like you feel when somebody playing wit you
All time, I don't stop, ya'll don't stop
Like Jordan Block we hit em up wit dumb Glocks
We run shop CMAR stamp of approval
My nut's drop on your partna just like they choose you
It's so many n*ggas out here trying to shine
f*cking wit a champ, running off at the same time
Haters gonna come and go cause I'm a strong little n*gga
See and see tell me what's going on little n*gga

[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's hot, ah drop it like it's hot, hot
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's hot, ah drop it like it's hot, hot
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop it like it's ah, ah drop it like it's ah, ah
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way
You better get out tha way, them Hot Boys on they way