Godfather Don - Get Back Remix lyrics

[Prodigy] Sometimes you just gotta show n***as how you do things That sh** hurt Time'll tell like my n***a Illa G always said Love all my n***as I swear [Noyd] (QB) [Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die, right [Noyd] Queens Bridge Hot Boys [Prodigy] Hear Me Out Yo... put a bullet in ya mind [Prodigy] Yo dun, They caught me from the blind side, me the P The one who spread love, me, I never sh** on my peeps I never left my dawgs out in the cold I extended my hand wit compa**ion, you extened yours wit war Cool, f** it. y'all sneaky muh'f**ers gon learn how this n***a rock Quiet Storm n***a (shhh) leave you shocked for dead n***a, I rot ya flesh By myself, ???, and just pop ya head Now if it get night, and snakes gettin past it Ill see you at the crossroad f*ggot And in the mean time, and in between time P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more nines More boxes of talons to put in your spine You cross me n***a, you lost your mind Scratch that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive you After you die squirmin, shots burning (fizzling) [Hook] (its time to) Get Back Uh, Its so sweet The taste of revenge and blood on the streets (its called) Pay Back For that sh** you'll pulled I dont respect your gangsta, my guns expload (its time to) Get Back Yea, Its so sweet The taste of revenge and blood on the streets (its called) Pay Back For that sh** you did Two wrongs dont make a right, that make it even, b**h [Noyd] Ayo when the guns pop, the thugs pop em, everybody kno Mo Thug been on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fours Catch a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo Or pullin out that peice and aimin at ya Kangol Them thugs, some blood, some crip, some stuntin You see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't thuggin nuttin They ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't built for war They frontin they thuggin, and ain't that at all Me and my dawgs is R, A, W...RAW And will murder (Murder).. A, double L... (ALL) yall Yall heard of, the Queens Bridge f**ing Hot Boyz Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that n***a Noyd And the Get Back and yes, revenge is so sweet How we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when they sleep Leave 'em dead in the bed and his blood in the streets Murder him and his peeps, n***a, I'm whats beef (Its the Get Back) [Hook] x1 [Havoc] Basicly, they done summed it up and ain't no reason to spit But f** it, lemme have my lil 2 cent The nine'll leave you so bent Have you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to hurl You'll be havin outta body visions And if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a religion Gittin shot up can do that, most'll squeal They so shook, the sound of fire crackers makin 'em peel n***as rhyme how they k** (k**) Rhyme how they feel (feel) Talkin all that like they ??? for the deal But me, if I ain't have to... prolly wouldn't clap you But they see you wit that paper and wanna git at you I dont preach about the sh**, I just show 'em what mack do You kno these slugs harder than any track you rap to When cowards talk sh**, it just make the finger itch I got drama for that a**, wanna meet the b**h? [Hook] x1