(Intro)
{*BEEP!*} The f** was that man?
That sh** blew my head man...
(Zev Love X)
I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like glocks
A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety locks
Won't get knocked cause I avoid the rage
Catchin mad bodies like the AIDS
Used to carry blades, now I'm fully loaded, save the bullsh**
Tempt me I'ma empty the whole sh**, that's that cold sh**
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** with my money I'ma dead you
And you can tell the {?} sent you, and he meant it
Cut your throat, and maim your last breath, wait
I got a bullet for your a** wit'cha name and your d**h date
n***a!
(Interlude)
There it is - that's what got him
I don't know man...
(Chorus: Zev Love X)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
(Intro)
(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, I'll never point it though
I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets
So f** my mother-in-law, I'm fin' to run the streets
Be the syntax error, delete
I live to spin wax, compete with off beat
(Chorus)
(Interlude)
(Zev Love X)
I got it, my tool, my utensil
to draw led in that a** 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'll be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherf**er!
I'm rakin in the dough by the heap
(Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete
(Buck his a**) The last that you heard of your Jeep
As you sleep, I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap
(Chorus) w/ variation "we gonna Get-U-Now"
(Outro)
n***a! f**a, uhh, watch you drop!
You know what the f** we talkin about, word is bond
And we ghost, C.M.!