Paragraph - Get Back lyrics

[Chorus:] Ohh baby now Getback Ohh baby now Getback Yeah! [Verse 1:] Ayo get the f** back dog Ayo get back think fast react and get cash Hit the corner on the block homie get stacks Gotta get that and get back to make you fast cash Smashing the first mother f**er who talk trash Click clack you get clap put yo brains on yo lap More like spice I shoot the heart out yo f**ing back It's a blow back on the war back few [?] When I hit that I guarantee that you won't last Outdone I outrun the outcome and outgun Your whole crew with the gun or without one I k** you on the beat or even k** you in the street I can k** you in the studio or do it while you sleep So get back in mind or else you end up with 9 holes You frame like 50 minus the survival Die on the spot player we don't play I blow yo f**ing head off like JFK [Chorus:] Get back get back [scratching] get back Ohh baby now Getback Ohh baby now Getback [Verse 2:] Ay you could fly up with the live n***as Tredmilling on the Ave with the bumper Ready to cut n***as in half I did it for the love but i'm taking the cash I'll slump you and leave you kissing on the dash Your new homie throwing up whenever I pa** OG got a glow and show a whole nother cla** Grown man caddie no [?] From the hood, I wish a n***a would smash You f**ers read a pimp game This ain't ma [?] thing Make yo G-thing look like a sheet thing we bang the hardest I overlook facebook and post out in the street Beef over the beat, run through I don't pop sh** through a tweet I walk up give you the rack rock you to sleep This a convict music Hack says it's all about dates Him and his man is made [?] [Chorus:] Get back get back [scratching] get back Ohh baby now Getback Ohh baby now Getback Best flow in the biz you know what it is Positive Git git git get back [Verse 3:] I'm a hustler and I swell Never shame for big money big fame Spit fire cap city terrains to get game I strip game believe it there are hoes in yo brain Bleeding all over the pain and no witness no name Just a big stain broken pieces from his gold chain Rome pays the product of ma hood no need to explain It's the one's to point the finger and blame You see lay it out slain in the pots looking lame I do my thing don't give a f** about the next man I'm a [?] soldier block wise when on the [?] I scale grams get grands while I split sams Spliff can is what the fame when we split [?] Can't touch us too smart executing game plan So get back before we put our hands on you and slam Paragraphing that specs will leave ya no chance Roll with the best camp [Chorus]