Get Em Daddy (Remix)

[Intro: Cam'ron]

See the problem is I ain't goin' nowhere

Can shoot at me, can stab at me

Take your best shot (this is the remix)

Suck a dick no homo

Dipset, remix, let's go!

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]

My flow is Novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)

I got hella 'caine, MAC in the melon Range

Hop out and shells exchange

I wanna see these niggas die die, make they mom feel hella pain

Walk around like I got a broom in my pants

Nah, that's a fuckin A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn

Man, these cowards better stay in they lane

And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame

VVS's stay in my chain (bling), they in my ring (there they go)

You must've wrote your will already if you’re saying our names

Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter

You hung with the girls you double dutch or hula-hooper (faggot)

Hop skip and jumping, block clicking and jumping

Glock clicking and dumping, it's the mighty Dips

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]

Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone, niggas

Your sight blown, right-o, my white stones glitter

Left hand bling, the right one shiver

Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture

The white stone flipper

That white tone, nights home, getting rid of the weight like lipo mister

This psycho sicker

That ain't cracking ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller

This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best

No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the 'jects

You rapping indirect

But it's looking like a movie shoot

How they sending all these damn actors at the Set

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)

Soul niggas they sick and flabby (they washed up)

Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat (we balling)

Somebody snapping pictures at me (watching)

Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me

The cash, the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's

Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee

My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer

And ya boy stay fly like he was dressing for Easter

The big Pachorte, Capo the heffe

Packing 4-4 court case to drop on expressway

It's Dipset, Byrdgang, we fly high

And chart the G-4 we getting high in the sky, you fuckers

[Verse 4: Cam'ron]

Killa, Killa!

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund

Part-acting, ha ha, who they think they car jackin

You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump

They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front

See ya dude react, Hud 6 threw me back, a few they clapped

But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks

I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa

Threw the Lam' in 6th, drove to the ER (true story)

Had to make it hot

Feel like Pac, I know a set up

Them old niggas know I'm 'bout to take they spot

Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U

Y.B., that'll get 'em up in I.C.U

Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off GP

Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C

D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C

C-74 switched 'em over to P.C

Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E

Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T

All about them G's B, we the B.G

Byrd Gang Dipset, D-I-P see

Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P

You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, Flee

Uhh, Killa!

[Break: Cam'ron]

(Get 'em daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie

'Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny

(Get 'em daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style

In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'

(Get 'em daddy)

[Outro: Jim Jones]

Yeah, you heard what he said, nigga

Huh, we still balling

Them shits was Scooby Snacks, fucker, huh

(Get 'em daddy)

But repercussions is a muh'fucka

When we catch that ass, flat line fucker, huh

Hey Killa, we back, huh

(Get 'em daddy) tell 'em the city is ours

No disrespect to you other motherfuckers

But Jimmy Blanco

Killa the Don, King Jaffe Joe

(Get 'em daddy)

Juelz Santana the Prince, Hell Rell

Hey J.R., I see you motherfucker, huh

(Get 'em daddy)

You know who we are, Dipset, Byrd Gang

The most powerful movement in this motherfucker

We ride high, nigga

I wish you would, bang bang, nigga!

(Get 'em daddy)