Ar-Ab - Get Back lyrics

[Ar-Ab] Ounce of dog food in the blender Made a hundred grand in December I put a stash box in the sprinter Shoot his block up 'till he surrender I just popped a Perc and a Molly I just took some work on a robbery Used the hand to hand in the ally Cousin Rell got booked for a body My moms used to work a double shift I was cooking work tryna double it Gave Nene a sample she was loving it I slept with a Mac I was hugging it Used to sell nicks of the Arizona That was when Vern used to had a corner My young boul kick your door like you had a warrant My n***a Black got k**ed cuz he ain't have it on him Nah nah my n***a Ken had the Lexus, used to keep the Mac-10 on the dresser Everybody telling me that I'm next up But I'm still at the pot getting extra Fell in love with a hoe I'll admit it I pull a jail out the bowl then I hit it If I call Relly on, you know he with it Why you tell for a year off your sentence? Ya'll blocks empty when I ride through 'em If you love 'em that much, n***a die for 'em Might let Mula or Na do 'em Grip that oo-ah, say bye to 'em Same n***as on the streets banging Go to jail then they turn to [?] Franklin My cousin K always on angles .44 Desert bird with the triangle [Lik Moss] Last man standing when the smoke clear We let ya'll a**ume, nobody broke here We all did years, nobody broke here Wipe that smirk off ya face nobody joke here My heart worried my mom so did my sense of humor They said a Moss a cool dude and that's just a rumor I just keep the flame down 'cause I'm getting mula But I'll flip a n***a wheel like a pick maneuver No pick smalls, n***a I'll hit the shooter Ain't got caught for his body, I guess I'm smoother Pocket full of money that ain't nothing to me 'Cause whoever got the ball gotta punt it to me Tell them n***as go get it then they run it to me Well you better have a gun when you run into me Real rap, I'm the man on the strip So I don't really spit, I'm just playing with this sh** If you plan on robbing me you're playing with the sh**s Skating on thin ice I'm playing with the stick But this ain't hockey dog, I turn into hockey raw I put on my hockey mask, co*k and blast knock 'em off Don't even try to dance, this one don't run out of gas This one got one hundred shots, n***a this about your a** I ain't about the beef listen I'm about the cash That mean I ain't coming out unless it's by the bag I'ma get you first, you ain't got a shot with Ab n***as gotta see me anything about the Ave Never hold back I say what I really mean I ain't warring with no n***as in they skinny jeans I just sent Nas through man he really scheme The outcome is Malcom by any means I don't care how you get it man just get it clean We the '96 Bulls we ain't any team