Ha**aan Mackey and Kev Brown - Git Em lyrics

[Verse:] [?] Round earth like papa did Ass got me out somewhere Rubber v out here live campaigning i ain't bout no job Save it don't get a high flavour Fowlers in me kapow we get back out the oven with the special Turn each other direction and let it echo Reverb with your falsetto where we be is n***as capping the cheese, et al [/] world life How bout i hit you with a household sock with a hole in it the big toe With a genuine flow [/] against the dough kinda sh** huh Money spent pocket full a lent still a cold k**er with a rhyme dealer In a flicking 3D Supreme must be in my genes if i dee my queen jumping incredible breathe Just yes believe i'm a fresh MC cook with my own recipe til i'm resting in peace. peace I was thugh for this , calibrated with a natural sense for the beef When I speak is like the offense So n***as they get tense tryna run to prevent But my two minute drill k** for real i'm Ha**aan Mackey & Kev Brown still the ill Lil n***a from the pg county peace to my main n***a o cause he sound me Rap n***a soft like they bathe in downy need to get the f** from round me I lays it down to the amazing sound Bam let the axe spill rusty cadillac starting to sound like a caterpillar Greenfield rotten with a mean til no snaps on the refill Slang ish in the hood all day n***as only press to press play Worth the chronic out in east la Hot b**h like barefooted chantae Up the ish out you then dig it out like Im branding the state then escape Hey what up world Tell me what it look like What it is what it do. como ta livou I don't give a whoop let alone give a f** Bout anybody hating all i do is spread love And when i'm in the booth i ain't nothing but the truth Not to be feeling myself, you can touch me too Like you was reading braille Im on some ray charles sh** Ima let it do what it do is bout you baby You know what you heard twice And the sky strike some stripes And you miss the fan how you prepared to mic And ima show em what time it is Giving off flow in a dojo full a karate kids, accurate Ain't that a blip, had a matic and mcs scallow when i add about a Born in the year of the horse so a n***a galloping Dmv style em with the brand new balances Young brawl like shaolin wack n***as coward Rhymes stand tall were kind of overpowering Can't study throwing up joints i'm not feeling Yall mc's like your brothers in top building Yea kev brown chill my [?] dose off and rode out out left four bars to fill in Two bars left to inject the venom My whole crew's nice its low budget get em