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Get At Me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,085
Peak in subgenre #64
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
July 23, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:17
Story behind the song
Westside Connection - Gangsta Nation (Instrumental)
Jay-Z - Where I'm From (Instrumental)
Lyrics
Ya death I caused that, accept or fall back / Sl33py, tell me where the other six dwarves at?!
You know Source raps better than most, competitors? nope / The beretta turn men into ghosts
This aint a close match, buddy don't trip / Cuz I'm the type to cripple a blood and bloody a crip
On my hip is a holster, scramble and toast ya / The cannon will smoke ya, you fannin the vultures
Goddamnt I'm focused, oh so vintage / The only album you on? Got cha photo's in it...
Source dat menace, society hate to see / So basically, you just another case to be
Cuz I'm defacin he who stands in my way / Broke the mold, ya flow is a handful of clay
Okay... but remind me to sleep / On a coast, represented by a hoax wit butterflies on his cheek
I know you aint Game but... you from the same rut / Ready to ride, you prolly inside Bang Bus
You lame fuck, wont nobody cop ya CD / The last gun you popped probably shot BB's
So you cannot see me dog... get cha bifocals / East, West, Down South, call me tri-coastal
You a lyin local, but Source been a vet / Fuck ya Myspace, no I won't accept ya friend request
I'll send it back, in ya face, now ya face lookin / Kinda stupid, cuz Source is doin what Phaze couldn't
I don't play, pushin me, is a bad move / Especially when everybody seen you a fat dude
The big black strap turn ya spleen into cat food / I'm scorin, while you wheezin on the bench like Shaq do
That's cool, fella ya failed / Cuz the three's in ya name is what you see when you step on a scale
I guarantee you will not prevail, stop tryin / The steel make ya momma pale, stop cryin
Get back man, or forreal I will strike you / The Mak-10, make you chill like a ice cube
I light fuses, time to burst / So you'll be the first to ever ghost-ride a hearse
I'm re-definin murk, thats whats finna happen / This don't involve turf, just fat jaws yappin
[Beat Switch]
Where I'm from nigga's hate fed's and hold drugs / Where you from, nigga's shake dred's and go dumb
I know slums where bodies disappear / And fuck seasonal weather, it snows all year
Here, this ain't the land of pity / So excuse me for laughin, but you a man wit titties
Street troops I command em quickly, fall in / A big box that span ya city, ya coffin
Halt then, get off my balls, you fat queen / Remove em from ya jaws, you Sac King
Smack bing, beef get deaded that way / Eazy as E, I'll leave you deader than Mac Dre
Okay, I'm re-loaded like Scarface / You soft-spoken, get left open like a court case
Tell me how the chalk taste, coroner please / Inform informants that I'll slaughter they seed
Click click, make em fall to they knees, no prayer / Big fifth's gettin poured in the streets, I don't care
This geek I'm gon air sorta like laundry / No raps or rhymes, you finna bite concrete
Beyond deep, you beat, let the beat talk / Now you got some free time to learn how to C-Walk
