Git Busy

[Pharrell] OWW!! Getting!!

[Chorus: Fam-Lay]

When the car roll up and windows roll down

And you see the sawed off, nigga better hit the ground

We getting busy!! You better haul ass dawg!

You better haul ass! You better haul ass dawg!

You better haul ass! (OWW!! getting!!.. OWW!!)

[Verse - Fam-Lay]

I'm blasting, nigga laying in the street, cuz

Talked shit, so I hit 'em wit the heat, bruh

Moving, keys like oz's

Like a cliental, errbody know me

Running, running from the 5-0

Drug life, and it's all about survival

Hustla, known worldwide dawg

I'm in the game and I'm bout to drive by y'all

Gambler, 4 - 5 - 6ing it

Ten grand in the bank and I'm sticking it

Bitches, got 'em by the dozens

From their mammy, to their sisters to their couzins

Star Trak, is the crew that I run with

Nigga don't get murdered over dumb shit

Fuck you, it's how I'm caring if

Nigga try to start beef and we burn it

[Hook]

[Verse - Fam-Lay]

Hey look I'm sick of niggas saying what they gon do when they see me

Soon as they see they don't do shit

The nigga Fam-Lay too slick

I got a handful of guns, and a few clips, stupid

You keep sending death threats, uh! and I ain't seen death yet

Nigga, I can't help that, I ain't been murdered in my life, look

Look I been stopped giving a fuck about living

Ever since I got beat up by them faggot ass cops

But now I just stand on my block and drink liquor

Wit my niggas and my bitches, and we keep them gats cocked, uh

Won't hesistate to blast you niggas

Spray your corner, bodies falls in the Ac my nigga, uh

I'm pulling out the dagger nigga

Cause when I finish wit these shells I'm a stab a nigga

[Hook]

[Bridge - Pharrell Williams] (Fam-Lay)

Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!)

I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Norfolk!)

I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Huntersville!)

I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin, but let me tell ya

Boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (with the Clipse!)

I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Coldchain!)

I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Star Trak!)

I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin

[Verse - Fam-Lay]

Nigga fuck all that punchline shit, that young rhyme shit

That shit that might blow only one time shit

Cause when I rhyme bitch, my rhymes fit

The mind of a gangsta is all time, bitch!

Kill who you riding wit

I got some niggas from Virginia riding wit me

And them niggas trying to buy this shit

So fuck who you party wit!

Cause we get high as the Karate Kid, now let's go!

Pop junk, I pop trunks; Got a ten-shot Glock pump

That'll stop trucks, ya cocksucker!

Shoot a lead trying to get a rep

I shoot the lead at his head now his man tryin to get 'em help

Fam don't play wit chi'rin [children], act stupid, act dumb

Act foolish, act deaf, like you ain't hear 'em

Bring it to the forefront, I got a lotta niggas that tote guns, now let's do it

[Hook] (w/ bridge in background)