The Game - Get 'Em lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka] Word to my haters, I don't forget sh**, better stay on point homie don't f**ing slip Get em (x16) I hear you n***as talking, boy stop talking sh**, undercover man you know you on a n***a dick Get em (x16) [Verse 1: Game] What I'm gon' do when I see that boy, grab a bottle and BUST 'EM! Turn the f**ing music down, then yell "fu*k 'EM!" n***a actin' like he don't wanna fall, RUSH 'EM! Club playing "Lollipop" but we don't f** wit su*kAS! Take the Patron and mix it with Juice I'm all in my zone I'm feeling real loose The bigger the Belvy the bigger the Goose I snatch up a broad and hop in the coupe In Compton where I'm found at That's where I stunt and clown at That's where I where I wear my crown at Tie my red rag around that I'm riding in Ferraris I'm draped up in Bulgari Used to run around the A with Puff how that n***a used to stunt just scarred me Now you can just black card me Down Crenshaw Boulevard me Think a n***a went soft cause I stopped moving raw Somebody better get a f**ing [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] That's my Patron that's my b**h See I be on some fly sh** Now I can fit my projects inside my f**ing closet Daffy Duck and uncle Screw That's what we stuffing in them boots Put them b**hes on the track, sell them hoes to Interscope Sell them hoes to Def Jam, I'm known for moving work Ask around, I've been selling birds since Gucci said "BURR" I'm a cold mutha Flocka Red Diamonds in my watch huh That n***a got a hot one Take a trip to the A and cop one That Lambo came with shotguns You prob'ly never shot one That Bent come with Alicia You prob'ly never chopped none Them bullets I done caught some Them bottles I done popped some So order that Cîroc son Can't wait 'til twelve'o'clock come [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] If you ain't tryna leave the club leaking on crutches Than when you see a real n***a don't say nothing Bust em (x9) This for all the n***as in the trap playing round the oven If you can't get em off let a real n***a touch em Bust em (x25) [Hook]