Get 'Em Girls

[Intro] Killa Let's go [Verse 1] I get the boosters boostin', I get computers 'putin' Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shootin' I do the recruitin', I tutor the students I nurture they brain, I'm movin' the movement Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real ball story, the loser of Hoosiers I rock mostly Dolce, I roll mostly dolie I'll leave you wholly holey, you'll say holy moly Here come the coroner, get 'em, play roly poly I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's reppin' time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind [Chorus] They gettin' nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (Get 'em, girls) They gettin' chips, they flippin' bricks Get the rots and pits, tell 'em (Get 'em, girls) She actin' feisty, gettin' sheisty Call up wifey, tell her (Get 'em, girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em, girls) [Verse 2] You actin' funny, nigga, come dumb, dummy nigga Killa keep twenty blickers, uh (I'm gettin' money, nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude and play Hey, so you can say (I'm gettin' money, nigga) First pile up in the rear, I style up in my gear Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists Your budget on my neck (What else?), your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall (Wall), posted on my balls (Balls) Dick in her mouth, I tell her, "I'm gettin' money, nigga" Y'all fakin' the fizzle, I'm cakin' for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak, my estates, they sizzle Ate, boom-boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom-vroom (We gettin' money, nigga) Seventh, eighth, zoom-zoom, boom-boom tunes 'Fore I get life, that boom-boom room (I'm gettin' money, nigga) Wreckx-n-Effect, zoom-zoom in poon-poon Since the movie Cocoon, had my Uzi platoon, Killa (I'm gettin' money, nigga) [Chorus] They gettin' nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (Get 'em, girls) They gettin' chips, they flippin' bricks Get the rots and pits, tell 'em (Get 'em, girls) She actin' feisty, gettin' sheisty Call up wifey, tell her (Get 'em, girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em, girls) [Verse 3] My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neimans and Bloomies Wanna hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm gettin' money, nigga) Baby BS and honey do, Cam VS1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a Mauri flow from the Mauri show Fuck around, y'all gon' be up on the Maury Show He at bootcamp, you on food stamps Welfare, no health care, a true tramp And I'm lokie-lokie, leave you pokey-pokey No Rice-A-Roni, that's the okey-dokey Me and Toby, homie, make you do the hokey-pokey Pull the pound up and down, turn yourself around, shorty Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound, whoadie Here's a map, go learn yourself the town, sporty I was down forty, now I'm up fifty Buck-fifty, but quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa [Outro] There it is Purple Haze the album Me? I don't touch none of that shit no more But, workin' for Cam, I do know all the latest, greatest shit on the street and the prices But, you know, if he ever caught me doin' that again, he'd bust my shit, no homo Aight, it's me, Mizzle, signin' out Dipset, bitch