Get ’Em Off Me lyrics

by

Birdman


[Hook]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking

[Verse 1]
You try to run up on Lil Wayne, I let you hold the slug
The can opener, will make your jug open up
I'm probly in the crib--baking Up, rolling up
Cause I'm a nut wit the coke, call me coconut
Bet I smack em wit the tooly, tell em straighten up
I'm from the murder capital, you n*ggas baby butt
You baby mutts get the f*ck, I ain't a dog
I'm a Boss Hogg, shout out to Slim Thugga'
pus*y's spraying, that's a shot to ya brim youngin'
I'm so Cash Money, right out the rim brotha
Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I am
Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I
Slide out the whip, looking like a million bucks
Don't touch bet this f*cking full clip fill ya up
Hollygrove in this b*tch blocka block
Make the chef pull the stove off the hip, cook em up

[Hook]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
[Verse 2]
If I was to let the barrel spin
None of you n*ggas be standing
I pull this burner out my drawers
You gonna p*ss in ya panties
On the block as a younging
I was working that jelly
Knew fat n*ggas kept bundles under their belly
I’m a motherf*cking Young Money
A motherf*cking Cash Money
Millionaire, Cash money Machiavelli
They say dress to kill, but I look better at it
Ready for anything, its covered like spaghetti
I’m a nice young d-boy baby
I digest your man like a t-bone baby
Keep on I got the heat on 80
At 90 I’m shooting, at 100 I’m blazin
Concrete jungle the wild-life pavement
That’s my life, my life, my life baby
Don’t get caught up in the twilight craze
Or you'll be just another highlight baby

[Hook]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
[Verse 3]
Before I had my aim
I still had a pistol
Missing ya whole chest
Hitting ya whole temple
Like 95, 96 getting it in the rental
So short I had to sit on a pillow
Let the whole quaker sit on the griddle
Cook em up and shoot em out like missiles
Boot em up and call em out like b*tches
They ain't nothing but b*tches
They ain't f*cking with this sh*t
They swinging and missing
My angle is different, they ain’t seeing me
Look into my music, that’s the window to my soul
See the g in me, long hair all black like Easy-E
Little n*gga got smack like the DvD
Click-clack sound sweet to me
Pap-pap you look asleep to me (what you saying)
Click-clack sound sweet to me
Pap-pap you look sleep to me
Good night

[Hook]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
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