Courtney Branch - That's What You Get lyrics

[Verse 1] It's an hot summer day in the LBC It's me the H-E-L-D-A-N to the Z Straight flipping the script on the strip So come equip with your nine and your extra clip So every single day in my hood it's on Now how would you feel with neenter to your dome, you gone For f**ing with them bg's, f**ing with the small guys Now you got black eyes and your punk a** realize That you can't f** with us little n***as no more We going looney, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill For an second while I wrecked on this track And um, you don't want to see me when I flip So don't be f**ing with little n***as, we ain't to be f**ed with [Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x] That's what you get That's what you get [Verse 2] Now just the other day a fool tried to trip He ran up in my face, so banked him in his lip I had to show him that I was small, but I was an hog He ran up in my face again, I broke his f**ing jaw yall He hit the mother f**ing ground And the whole pound gather all around and put the mother f**ing stomp down How do you feel punk n***a Im standing over you with my finger on the trigga Figure that you crazy you jump up and get smoke like an joint And half dead will straight prove his point To an n***a, a b**h, or an snitch, leave an mother f**ing stitch In the bottom of an ditch, if he switch Up on an n***a from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H I make you in the gate, while my sk**s elevate And when you hit it, you better hit quick And don't be f**ing with us little n***as, we ain't to be f**ed with [Lil 1/2 Hook 4x] [Lil 1/2 Dead] This song goes out the to all you big n***as And trying to punk us little n***as We ain't going out like that no more This is nine fezzo you know big baby [Verse 3] Well the eastside of LBC takes no slake If you f** with an n***a you will get put on your back So I advise you to ride eyes wide When you creeping, crawling, to the motha f**ing Eastside If an n***a catch you slipping, he will have your hand So listen up close to this n***a half dead And I'm telling you this from experience Now in 1994' all these big n***as is fearing us Looney a** n***a from the LBC Now these days none of you n***as can't f** with me, see And if you really wanted to trip I would leave seven-teen stitches in your upper lip To let you know that I got it going on Cause I can kick this funky sh** like all night long And when I do it, I do it quick And don't f** with us little n***as, we ain't to be f**ed with [Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x]