The Game - Get'em lyrics

Chorus (Flocka) Word to my haters, I don't forget sh**, better stay on point homie don't f**in slip Get em (x16) I hear you n***as talkiin, boy stop talkin sh**, undercover man you know you on a n***a dick Get em (x16) Verse 1 (The Game) What I'm gone do when I see that boy, grab a bottle and BUST EM' Turn the f**in music down then yell fu*k EM' n***a actin like he don't wanna fall RUSH EM' Club is playin Lollipop but we don't f** wit su*kAS Take the Patron and mix it wit Juice I'm all in my zone and feelin real loose The bigga the belt be 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 ridin in Ferraris I'm draped up in Bvlgari I used to run around the A with Puff and that n***a used to stunt to scar me Now you can just black card me Down Crenshaw Boulevard me Think a n***a went soft cuz I stopped movin raw Somebody better get a f**in Chorus (Flocka) Word to my haters, I don't forget sh**, better stay on point homie don't f**in slip Get em (x16) I hear you n***as talkiin, boy stop talkin sh**, undercover man you know you on a n***a dick Get em (x16) Verse 2 (Game) That's my Patron that's my b**h T.I. be on some fly sh** Now I can feel my projects inside my f**in closet Daffy Duck and uncle Screw That's what we stuffin 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 movin work Ask around I've been sellin birds since Gucci said BURR I'm a cold motha FLOCKA Red Diamonds in my WATCHA That n***a got a hot one Take a trip to the A and cop one That Lambo came with shotguns You prolly never shot one That Bent came in Alisha You prolly never chopped none Them bullets I done caught some Them bottles I done popped some So order that CIROCA Can't wait till twelve OCLOCKA Chorus (Flocka) Word to my haters, I don't forget sh**, better stay on point homie don't f**in slip Get em (x16) I hear you n***as talkiin, boy stop talkin sh**, undercover man you know you on a n***a dick Get em (x16) Verse 3 (Flocka) If you ain't tryna leave the club leakin on crutches Than when you see a real n***a don't say nothin Bust Em (x9) This for all the n***as in the trap playin round the oven If you can't get em off let a real n***a touch em Bust Em (x25) Chorus (Flocka) Word to my haters, I don't forget sh**, better stay on point homie don't f**in slip Get em (x16) I hear you n***as talkiin, boy stop talkin sh**, undercover man you know you on a n***a dick Get em (x16)