The Get Back

[Verse 1]

Who wanna bet us that they can't fuck with us

Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras

Until the death of us me and my confidantes, we shine

We make the ambiance, you niggas just rhyme

You little niggas need guidance you barking up the wrong trees

Pissing on the wrong hydrants, I'm a high fence

I grew up around violence, you grew up playing violins

In your hood silence, where I'm from sirens

They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibe

There's something about killing shit that makes us feel alive

We feed off your energy, we see you on that Kenny G

Just tooting your own horn, do your thing my N-I-G

Whenever you ven aqui to that mighty NYC

We gon' check that name you claim, bring your YAWK and I.D

We take it the wrong way, all gold everything

One gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those - everything

Y'all don't want to bump heads, Ocho, Evelyn

Them boys will leave you butt naked, the mall closed and everything

The Streets Is Watching, asking if you gon' reply to them

Seems like I woke up sleeping giants - Eli and them

[Chorus]

A major comeback comes from my minor setback

But still in all we living just thinking about the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me

Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

[Verse 2]

I'm like Nino with the Uzi back of the motorcycle heading

To get back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the wedding

I'm like Doughboy looking for Ricky's killer - one last soldier

Niggas who turn they backs on me turn your punk ass over

Y'all smoked my cousin Harold, now I'm in the Camaro

Loving and Happiness playing, me and my dog with this double barrel

.38, 40 belows, live or die motherfucker

I'm Pac, you Radames "Riverside Motherfucker!"

The get back everybody better get back, tell my niggas in the jet black

Until the seats let back on your jet back, if you're a gambling man you could bet that

It's a sure thing not just a New York thing or a rich or a poor thing

It's a lace your boots pull your drawstring who want to go to war thing

It's a who gon' protect your thing who really want it more thing

Putting legends in coffins and some bullet holes in the door thing

It's a nobody saw things, street code not a law thing

It's kids that wasn't taught things, old ladies like poor thing

Poor thing and the get back is important

Poor thing for the dead homies we pour 'pagne

Like what you say while it's cocked back to him

Guess what goes around comes around got back to him

[Chorus]

A major comeback comes from my minor setback

But still in all we living just thinking about the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me

Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

[Interlude]

"Now these motherfuckers smoked your God damn cousin in FRONT of you nigga!

Blew his head off in front of your face and you ain't gon' do SHIT?!

You acting like a little bitch right now nigga!

Man FUCK that I ain't letting that shit ride!

We gon' go in there and smoke all these motherfuckers I don't care who the fuck out there!

Goddamnit! Is you down nigga?"