Young Chris - Gettin' At Em lyrics

[Intro – Billy Blue] I roll up on em, I'm looking at em I'm grinning at em, f** it I'm getting at em [Verse 1 – Billy Blue] You a hater n***a? Well I'm a hater too I got it on my mind, f** you n***as want to do? I hate hoes, they hate me They got a problem with the swag, all black tees How I feel about a n***a, b**h, ask me Riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat Had to murk a n***a cuz he tried to steal my CO Don't know about him but that ain't how we roll I'm here full [?], p**y n***a you's a zero Got the kryptonite out for you motherf**ing heros You balling in the club, s**ing dick up on the d-low I ain't got to say his name, but best believe that he know You said [x3] p**y n***a You said [x3] holler at em bro! [Hook – Billy Blue] I'm getting at em, I'm getting at em Throw up a finger at em, just know I'm getting at em Woah, f** n***a, ho n***a, s**a n***a, broke n***a sh** real around here but you ain't know n***a? What I got to murk a n***a just to show n***as? I'm getting at em [x3] Throw up a finger at em I'm getting at em [x3] Throw up a finger at em [Verse 2 – Billy Blue] I'm sliding on em, like it's electric I'm on the top floor, get on my level b**h I watch n***as, stop n***as And if he slipping best believe I'm gonna drop n***as Ho n***as never gonna catch me riding with that Run up in the spot, zone man where the sack at? You see the strap, you see your life You see these n***as, they running through your wife I'm gutter n***a, ain't like these other n***as Real talk, I don't pacify s**er n***as f** I look like? Somebody's daddy n***a? Hand on the trigger, I'm feeling happy n***a Dead [x14] [Hook] [Verse 3 – Young Chris] I'm sliding up, you don't why they hide up Hit while they ain't looking, tie em up and ride em, what? p**ys, I'm getting at em, pointing the pistol at em She want two 23s, spraying the missiles at em F and F fiftys, caliber's up to 50 Forever street, ho a** cowards ain't f**ing with me n***a that's how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder We loading up the lead, we shoot them motherf**ers dead It's murder, d**h, homicide Race like me, you got to ride b**h I gets to it, I'm a hustler, ain't no 9 to 5 I f**s with n***as that flip that work Block on a Saturday, sh** that shirt Got some n***as AK shooters That'll go strap up and get cats murked Guns go bang, I let my nuts hang on you p**y We rang, them brand new machines Yeah this is how we really do, this Young Chris and Billy Blue Make some noise for MIA let's show these n***as how Philly do [Hook]