T.N.N Music - Get it lyrics

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T.N.N Music - Get it lyrics

[Hook] So we about to Get It get it get it Yeah yeah about to Get it get it get it Yeah you know we bout to Get it get it get it Yeah yeah we bout to Get it get It get it Magnet Verse Who am I? Oh you can call me magnet Be sure to add the sir To insure you I'm a knight The only real time I travel is through the night To protect you from the monsters that go roaming for a bite I swear You rappers just be bitten I swear its my swag you be liken I swear you like some lykins One face up in the noon At night you holla with your goons Sorry not to gas you up Like balloons But this pressure ima put you under Might cause you to explode Now you laying under Now let me take yo number Tally you with the dead weight that I put to slumber Blasting scott summers [Hook] So we about to Get It get it get it Yeah yeah about to Get it get it get it Yeah you know we bout to Get it get it get it Yeah yeah we bout to Get it get It get it Osmosis Verse Uh Its Osmosis Jones I said ima be great with out a shadow of a doubt But my sunshine was covered by the dark clouds Shadow cast where the sun shine don't last I played the background count the time an let that hours pa** uh Don't care about your games You children adolescent But you gone click on my tracks and add a listen As I take your ears for a ride No cost of admission Cuz in the future I'm on stage and make you pay for admission I'm a 19 year old boy with no whip but keep it cool Wit' no school but got cla** and well I can teach you I just do what God say and God say do it my way Yall try to front on me that's why I'm lookin at you sideways [Hook] So we about to Get It get it get it Yeah yeah about to Get it get it get it Yeah you know we bout to Get it get it get it Yeah yeah we bout to Get it get It get it Chatter (eMc) Verse Yeah I know they see us popping off like its kettle corn rappers dead never born Time is now or never you should come and get you some Doing it the young cat eMc Ready to beat all these rappers like a mpc Drop it See it on my feet wanna cop they like H town wanna rock it (rocket) They albums on gymnastics and while they flopping flipping Laces tied on our sneaks so we ain't tripping I bet you like our styles all tossed up fresh out the dentist like our styles all flossed up They say you boss of (what)? With no company They couldn't cross me with them lies on my rosary I know I'm hard headed But I could make ya head rock Been hearing ya tracks man I gave y'all a head start Releasing hits and I ain't even talking Brett hart Money turning green and gold Old school Brett Farve