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Get At Me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,209
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
August 16, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.8 MB • 128 kbps • 9:39
Story behind the song
DJ Kay Slay - "In The Ghetto" (Instrumental)
Lyrics
I'ma start wit the midget, beef be so long / You beatin me, how could JRite be so wrong?
Its a foregone conclusion, gather the facts / I spit heat, and ride beats, watch me saddle the track
You whack, but talk tough, never seen a real block / Get cha panties in a bunch when you see the steel cock
Back and blow shells, my raps done froze hell / I'll leave you on a shelf like an album wit no sales
Just to pull ya card and ya song catalog / And if you wanna stunt, you can pose at the morgue
Stiff as a board, wit a tag on ya toe / I'm dead ass sorta like ya swag and ya flow
You faggots should know Source came to win / My losses come as often as angel sins
When I bang and bend, men turn to elastic / This first verse a bitch slap, pick up ya glasses
You know I speak raw, leave you wit a deep sore / Speakin of Quota's, nigga you can't even meet yours
I think often of light weight fist scrapes / Wit a rapper promotin a myspace mixtape
Don't get cha shit raped, ya bars become my prey / Since you in NC, I'm charged like double A
And fuck a Slay, I bring drama to ya DJ / My city's a real zoo, its llama's in the PJ's
Press re-play, pick at the past / You know what they say about nyce guys, finishin last
Bet chu prolly got a dick in ya ass, cock-sucker / I'm hot, so just deal wit the flash, you not gutter
Muhfucka pause chill, this here's the war-field / You stuck, so I guess you really is a Tar-Heel
My bars ill, yours healthy as a horse / Think you married to the game, she tellin me you're divorced
Let's get to battlin, foes I be shatterin / Since you wanna spit dartz, I'ma throw javelins
Jaws is chatterin, you mad cuz I know that / You been here five years and aint elevated ya flow yet?
You so whack, in the street's you'd be dead / Readin off them corny punches, to the beat in ya head
You in debt, non credit, a pest amongst peasants / Wit a microphone fetish, obsessin wit my presence
Restin in my essence, I can tell ya hopeful / But ya off-beat like a'capella vocals
I'm a lil social, he's growin evasive / Why else would he remove all of his information?
You know I'm blazin', solid like a vest be / The only nigga's votin for you are other text-cee's
So let's see, when Source drop a song / How I'ma leave Spit Dartz coughin up a lung
[HOOK]
Crack on the block... pussy on the corner... push me, you a goner, just allow me to warn ya
I'm so nice... I'm so smoove... I'm so fly... it's so true....
[HOOK]
Back to Nyce Quota, I'll leave ya raps humbled / You a fake wannabe version of Stack Bundles
Get smacked, pummeled, and tossed across states / You flossin, bullets waitin to launch at cha face
I'll catch a case, just for droppin ya fam / Don't get cha mug shot like its cops wit a cam
I'm hot, understand, you aint even a threat man / You the type to strip for a bitch on webcam
I bully you net shams, pity you should feel / That you releasin records without a distribution deal
Be for real, I can see thru fakes / The eagle will kill, I swoop in and eat chu snakes
You could win but it be too late to come back / I hope you got friends in case you collapse
Source runnin laps, you vexed and on guard / Pitch crack, the only thing you stretch is ya bars
Palm for palm, I'm calm but I'm still in effect / About to give this veteran a disability check
From semi's to teks, ya rap style is mimickin text / He feelin himself like R.F. was givin him X
I'ma flex then plex you, Luger style / Fuck runnin wit the pack jack, I move the pile
Errbody know the dude is wild, witty and so sick / Ho prick, why you just re-spittin ya old shit
I'm focused like the Ford vehicle / Movin so quick and swifter than four cheeta paws
I'm the core leader whore, you a throwback punk / You jumpin from my bass line, like a throwback dunk
See I flow that funk, I stay ahead of ya crew / I know deaf mutes that ride a beat better than you
