Hugh Heff - The Get Back Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] The nine on me like a baca One shot will turn your noodle into pasta I'm a Puerto Rican mixed up with a rasta And only real n***as on my roster (woah!) It's Heff 10 Deep ENT Hav waddup Keif I see you (uh) [Verse 1: Heff] They say do it for the gram I ain't gone do it Ever since a youngin' a n***a always went through it Father wasn't there, my mother Always getting high Grandmother struggled just to keep a young n***a fly I took the sh** into my own hands Started out four grams of that Lohan God dealt me the cards, I played my own hand Try me and n***as steal ya window like bro man Money be the route to all evil so get ya weight up These n***as b**hes easy to score Like a layup n***as throw subs on the gram but don't at me f** a Grammy n***a I do this for my family My brother in the jam facing two cause his P.O Scared to put a n***a in the game like I'm D. Rose Money bags under my eyes, no time to sleep I spent that 20k and made the sh** back in a week n***a (I really did that) The nine on me like a baca One shot will turn your noodle into pasta I'm a Puerto Rican mixed up with a rasta And only real n***as on my roster (woah!) Put my connect up on his feet 80 bands, I used to move that every week n***as steal nickles and dimes, that sh** week BQE, I'm switching lanes, hit Perfections for a freak n***a When it come to the money, I don't play 'round I was calling for them birds like A-Town A n***a try and rob me, he getting laid down Had the deuce deuce, I upgraded to the trey-pound I used to f** b**hes in the rental LES breed, I was raised in the ghetto Smith P's where I came from, keep it a hunnid I can teach you b**hes how to ball, Pat Summitt I play for the green, I'm number 1, Mic Vic Ray Allen from the line, n***a, I don't miss I'm putting in work like tommy with no job Got a ratchet b**h named her Keisha with the nose job Always had hoes, so, f** is ya telling me b**hes in and out of the crib, Bill Bellamy Grams for a dime, had the hood in a frenzy A hundred sixty an O, n***a, I'm not stingy I'm shooting 40. Cal, n***a feel like 40 rounds I am the father, you my son, I feel like Maury now You hating n***as need some p**y, give ya shorty rounds Shoot 'em like a buzzer beater, feel like Robert Horry now I might take a selfie with ya b**h Way before a check I been rich 40 on me but I ain't Shawn Kemp And won't miss I'm Reggie Miller with the grip (40 on me but I ain't Shawn Kemp, and won't miss I'm Reggie Miller with the grip x2)