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Battles, Source, Freestyles, Hip Hop, Rap, Commercial, Mainstream, Underground
Get At Me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,668
Peak in subgenre #202
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
March 18, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:55
Story behind the song
Nas - "Made U Look"
Lyrics
[INTRO]
While ya'll play my tracks, these hacks wanna play me wrong / Say no facts, in fact, but they hate my songs
Dang I'm strong, takin' out two birds wit one stone / If you heard of my tone, then you've learned the unknown
Too scurred to come on, they stayin' in the shadows / Chit Chattin' ... no no, they won't say it in a battle
If you rattled, like the Stones I suggest you roll / I'm blessed wit flows, thats prone to undressin souls
I'll wet ya clothes and holes wit the water of wisdom / So ready for war, the military oughtta enlist em
Call him a victim, blamed by many men who fall / This intro is the beginning of the end for ya'll
[INTRO]
I pack a packet of rockets to rock the opponents / I work it both ways, hot, plus I'm prolly the coldest
You nigga's know it, if you didn't, you already noticed / I'm in ya system, splittin' switches wit faulty components
Whoever that want it, and flaunt it, is comin to terms / I'm too sick, you pricks, can't fuck wit a germ
A pump for a perm, I burn heads, death for all / Beds and urns, a three way, no sex involved
Wet my jaws, blink and catch frozen frees / I'm above altitudes, Jinx is just over-seas
Pass the rosaries, jesus is summoned, and comin / I'll shit on ya grave you'll lay up under the plumbin
Chicken and dumplins, squeeze when I reach for somethin / Jinx don't want beef he eats tea and crumpets
Please its nothin, steel cock can rock ya dudes / I said meet me on the field, he got his soccer shoes
Watch him bruise, like banana's and battered bitches / Grabbin biscuits to split a few chests like scattered riches
Mastered missions, three men two will fall / I'll beat Bloody's head red like Lucille Ball
Do chill ya'll, before I have to dumb out / Open up one of these pussies just to pull my son out
Wat now, Double A 10, hey run it again / Cuz Da Source is over ya head and under ya skin
Fuck it I been a top notch trend-setter / Ain't nobody been better, call me Mister chin checker
Da Kid set up, and breathin loud / But I guess two is company so three's a crowd
[HOOK] x2
DEY SHOOTIN!
Aw Made Ya Look... These lil lames ain't a stain in my rhyme book
Gettin No Money, Negro Ya Lies Suck.... Where Ya Dollars At, When You Hear That Nine Buck
[HOOK]
Clickity Clack, I'm strapped and ready to rumble / I'll shit on ya tracks, in fact you better be humble
Stomach grumble, and I'm dumpin' wit a rusty eagle / Source airin' out rooms like musty people
Come knievel, gel till the bubble bust / Rap ropes and L's, I got em playin' double dutch
Another gun to clutch, showerin' sliced domes / Precise is so high-pitched, he's outta the strike zone
I fight clones, and ghnomes who think they team hard / I'd loan em my G Pass, but Jinx need a green card
My mean bars, seen stars, I'm scannin' wit nova's / Last time these nigga's crossed a stage, they was handed diploma's
Damnt it's over, think until it adds up / Massacred this match-up, cuz Jinx had bad luck
I smack ducks and dimes, my touch is fine / Source the odds-on-favorite man fuck ya prime
[HOOK] x2
