T-Weaponz - Get Back lyrics

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T-Weaponz - Get Back lyrics

(Ark in background) [Fingazz] "Don't mess with mine" "Don't mess with mine" --] Ice Cube [Ark] Uh T-Weaponz [Fingazz] "Get back" "Get back" --] Ice Cube [Ark] Ark, IzReal, Psalmz Lil' Rob, it's a problem Twelve Eighteen, Part Two Yo, Fingazz, you a monster Don't even understand how we chillin' [Fingazz] "Get back" "Get back" [Ark] Yo, Lil' Rob Yo, set this sh** [Fingazz] "Don't mess with mine" (Talk to 'em) "Get back" (Come on) "Get back" (Verse 1) [Lil' Rob] See, I might take my placaso, I might get boracho And start pedo, throw chingasos with any vato You don't too much with meat on your plato Don't bite off, more than you chew, and get done, no gatcho Trucha, don't wanna get hit with the fusca I'm on some crazy sh** that makes me act like I used to To start a fire, all it takes is a spark Ese Lil' Rob, cabrones, lightin' up your whole park {*explosion*} I'm drivin' real slow Sittin' real low Rollin' in the 5-3 Yeah Bulletholes in the door From the week before When they were shootin' at me Yeah Hey, f** 'em, homie, I just happened to rhyme But I still, can put a bullet on your mind with a nine I still remember, had to pull them crimes You do it quick, and leave nothing, be kind, so [Fingazz] "Get back" Chorus: Fingazz "Don't mess with mine" "Don't mess with mine" "Don't mess with mine" "Get back" "Get back" --] Ice Cube Repeat Chorus Three Times (Verse 2) [IzReal] You must got ya head in a fish bowl, a pistol's Light zip codes, like Sig folds the schizo Schools like movin' disco, so get dough Out the bed, into the wishbone, the list goes On, live tu vida horrible Te dije Far from your Lucha Libre Me crie Raised in the state of maniaticos How you wanna fight when your heart is a plastico {*monkey sounds*} Blat, blat, blat [Psalmz] Don't mess with mine, you testin' time Don't make me flash back, make me press rewind Take me back to the time, I would get the nine And set the record straight Homie, let's debate Let our aim be the test of faith, lo que decide Let the bullets put you in place, pa' que no olvide (Don't be so jealous) No es sea jelosa y enviosa Es siempre la mujeres que se ponle con cosa [Ark] Lil' Rob, we got them shookin' up When they heard we were hookin' up They wanna know what we cookin' up Working on our fuego Somos (???) bomberos No miedo Cause them Brooklyn boys soy ghetto Won't settle for Less than the best, though Respect us, don't talk Check us to a chess code Yo now We got Fingazz on the track, good lookin' So we bringin' you a plaque While my n***as, we gon' bring this on the map Repeat Chorus Four Times