Get Me

(Get me) Uh-huh

(They pretty) Uh-huh

(Wit me) Uh-huh

(It's crispy) Yeah!

Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire

Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her

Keep it gully baby boy, share that

Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at

Niggas only mad cause they asses can't rap

Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped

Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax

You got a thousand niggas I'll do numbers with half that

Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black

Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed

Yeah, if it's some'n I'm feelin you runnin that

And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?

Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped

Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that

Career ain't goin so well, I got that

Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap!

[Hook: Havoc]

See the cats in the whips wanna - get me

But I got the pounds and them .9's - they pretty

See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me

Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy

Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son

Y'all not known for bustin them guns

So for the .9 I got beef for days

Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away

Call the coroner

[Verse 2: Littles]

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him

I'm hungry, niggas is eatin fo' pounds, I walk through 'em

Either you shook or your .9 spray

You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way

Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up

The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up

Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up

When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style

Fifteen get money, livin frozen out

You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe

'Fore I show you what the .9 or three-eighty like

Want beef muh'fucker come and get me

All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street

Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat

Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece

[Hook] - first 1/2

[Verse 3: Noyd]

Aiyyo, hey hey

Look I walk around with my pound in a glass

Puffin my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash

How I roll? Why would you ask?

Know I'm swingin my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash

I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge

That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh

From the ave, where snitches get blast

They say - no Noyd, you won't blow makin songs like that

I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last

I don't get no bigger, I'mma keep it realer to death

Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin a tec

Nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck

Countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests

We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest

We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown

It's +Deep+, we can't even speak in certain rooms

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Prodigy]

Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here

I'm tellin you it's somethin 'bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke

They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo

It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow

They not a group, they a muh'fuckin gang for sho'

More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh

Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa

All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc

E'rytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go

Straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there

They know it's safe to spend they money over here

E'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack

That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack

Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em

They know it's safe to spend they dough over here

Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast

Them niggas got garbage, this is that smack!

[Hook]