Some No Name n***'s Got It
Battles, Source, Freestyles, Hip Hop, Rap, Commercial, Mainstream, Underground
Get At Me.
Story behind the song
P.C. tole' me I had to get em... so I got em.
Lyrics
I bust in on ya men, firin' four wratchets / Ya'll only post up when you tryna score baskets
I floor faggots, show you dummies how to spit / Authentic Cash, my ass, ya money's counterfit
Get split, real sick plus the pump in the Lac' / You only bringin in Profit, when you jump on a track
I'm dumpin' them gats, throw me a curve watch me turn through it / Cuz Source put J Burnz up in the Burn Unit
This hurr music, is too real, I took my space / How you can't even spit hot, but you look like Mase
Catch a case, muhfucka see, we the elite / And I ain't pissin' on curbs, but I'll put P in the streets
Bring the sheets and the bags, fags just won't admit it / The only Hammer ya'll know, been broke for a minute
Flip coke, on the strip, I got slabs for buyers / While the only thing you post up is ads and flyers
I'll put you pussies in pumps, do what I gotta do / Profit's a good name, I'm makin money offa you
Shine my shoes fore I slap you, dude don't get ya tail lit / Callin' yourself Hammer, when you ain't never nailed shit
Hail this, legend, or else or I'm packin' my rockets / You a joke, man I been had Cash in my pockets
Can't nobody stop it, you learnin' how bad the nine churns / Guns to the sides of ya jaws sorta like sideburns
Yes nigga I'm firm, harder than ya whole clique / I'm borrowin' ya old chick, she swallowin' my whole dick
So sick, throw shit, you couldn't get a toaster / Roast ya, I'll have Post Up puttin' up my posters
Rings like coasters, bling like Oprah's / Bring ya bitch over, I got things for that chocha
The scene fulla smoker's, real scummy for weight / Fuck Cash & Profit, I got real money to make
