Steve Below - Git In lyrics

* Deluxe Edition bonus track [Intro - Big Capp - talking] Yeah, Big Capp, p**y p**y a** Tryin to get in where you fit in, huh? (Pimp C) Well ain't no room over here (UGK) Bun, Bun (Young Money Moe) II Trill West (West) II Trill (II Trill), II Trill (II Trill), West [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man God damn I hate a buster Talkin about he shinin but his sh** is lackluster (lackluster) No karats in his chain, no cluster n***a you a burger, try to catch up to the mustard (mustard) Lame a**, who responsible for makin you? Phonier than a motherf**er, I can see the fake in you I can see the Jake in you, you look like a teller (like a teller) I ought to shoot ya dog a**, like Old Yeller (like Old Yeller) Fly fella? Hell nah, more like half man Half nothin else, it's so sad, I can't laugh man (man) Or even smirk (smirk), n***a you's a jerk (jerk) You gonna make me have to put in work and go berserk ('serk) Wanna be me a** n***a, get off the testes ('tes) The greatest like Gretzky, don't test me (me) With flyin colors, I'll pa** your pop quiz I'm sick, plop, plop, fizz, fizz, you know the biz (biz) [Chorus - Bun B] We been f**in b**hes (b**hes), we been stackin riches (riches) We been duckin snitches (snitches) [get in p**y n***a] We been gettin dough (dough), we been bunch of hoes (hoes) With G's and they know (know) [get in p**y n***a] We been sittin clean (clean), we been gettin green (green) We been on the scene (scene) [get in p**y n***a] We been gettin paper (paper), we been shakin haters (haters) We gon' see ya later (later) [get in p**y n***a] [Verse 2 - Bun B] Man God damn I hate a lame (lame) Green as a garden, talkin about he in the game (game) Say he got them grams (grams), barely got them grains (grains) Lyin on your work and it's a motherf**in shame (shame) Worst than a dame, always peekin in your doors (doors) Short stop and stains (stains), tryin to f** your hoes (hoes) Trickin on the cool, n***a payin for the freaky (freaky) It ain't like I care but why your a** bein sneaky? (sneaky) To each his own partner, move along partner I don't need a n***a like you in my zone partner Give me fifty feet (feet) or maybe fifty yards (yards) f** your fifty town, ? is fraud (fraud) Say you got them yams and you sittin on some yay (yay) Asked him for a ten piece, he hit me with a trey (trey) Got me f**ed up partner, who you tryin to play? (play) Keep your dirty dope, your sh** ain't bu*ter anyway, okay? [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Money Moe] You better get in where you fit in All these p**y a** n***as jumpin back on my dick again Been ridin clean, pull up in the newest Benz And I never lose, b**h I was born to win (I was born to win) Man, all these n***as Powderpuffs Talkin tough, all them d** got 'em ga**ed up (ga**ed up) And it's DOA, if Big Capp come We'll put your body Underground, you could ask Bun (ask Bun) I'm the last of a dyin breed Thirty karats in the piece got your girl eyein me (mommy) It's II Trill West, we a dynasty 'Cause I am, what you're tryin to be f** where you're comin from, save your apologies Westside, a rider, got a Makaveli prophecy (Westside) I'm one of the best that they ever seen Young Money Moe, I'm a motherf**in prodigy (prodigy) [Chorus] [Outro - Big Capp - talking] Yeah, you n***as heard him We been gettin paper and shakin haters Bun B, UGK, Trill Entertainment (Get in p**y n***a) (Yeah) II Trill West, Big Capp Young Money Moe, Pimp C, rest in peace We love you brother, we miss you bro (Get in p**y n***a) Straight up, p**y I smell p**y (Get in p**y n***a) p**y a** n***as