Spinz - Go Gettaz (Remix) lyrics

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Spinz - Go Gettaz (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Spinz] 1992, the year of the spitter Like, man, we got the blocks hot as sh** (uh) So they told us (yeah) You got it on lock man? You keep the spot hot? You got stocks on your block? (haha) We're Go Gettaz, man [Hook: Spinz] You got it on lock, we gotta go get it You think you keep the spot hot, we go, go get it You got stocks on your block, we go, go get it We're Go Gettaz man, we go, g-go get it You've got it on lock, yeah, we go get it You think you keep the spot hot, naw, we go get it You got stocks on your block, we go, go get it We're Go Gettaz, man, we go, g-go get it [Verse 1: Spinz] Mastermind and loose, time changes as we speak Weapons drawn, further rhythm got 'em shaking in they seats Ox-City business, Spinz, Eric B on the beat like a cop patrol And finish beats, looking for the trees Self-made, international, critically acclaimed From Sweden to Switzerland, they still speak the name Everyday, all day C.A. where we stay to the world where we play This ain't caviar dreams and champagne wishes This is long nights on the train and late-night missions This is ridiculous rhyme-spitters, strictly poison Laugh at the industry cats cause we annoy 'em No time to explore it, hip hop's been annoyed With some african drums and oils from your poetry It bleeds through the very best part of me Blessed by Kool Herc, Rakim and Cream [Hook] [Verse 2: Moskidzo] The meanest of those ba*tards My sh** through your speakers you'll need a cleaning woman after They call me a maniac driven by insanity Spittin' flames 'till your earbuds burn up simultaneously I'm pissed see, when the muse first kissed me My mood switched and it turned into a youthful misdeed It's magnificent, these words come so sickening and disturbing I'm kicking twisted wicked verses so smooth and swiftly No matter what I do, my goals to go get it The ways I try to do it are mostly forbidden This is how we do, listen close to No Limitz I treat any beat like an enemy for four minutes The lables told me that I should try to spit it soft When my album drops I tear every Parental Advisory sticker off Thoughts in my head, are they mad or brilliant? Ba** keeps thumping in a fragile building [Hook]