Lyrics Let Me Get It - Tech N9ne , Crooked I
Predator
shit,
PREDATOR!
("You
don't
have
the
guts
to
be
what
you
wanna
be?
You
need
people
like
me.")
They
let
a
Cali
boy
in
Slaughterhouse,
it's
a
wrap
38
spec
shit,
rounds
in
the
strap
Tryna
get
off
the
last
ounce
in
the
track
My
OG's
in
the
'Lac,
bouncin'
to
Zapp
That's
our
lifestyle,
stunt
hard,
gun
large
Pickin'
em
up
not
givin'
a
fuck
about
a
gun
charge
Zippin'
em
up
in
a
body
bag,
fuck
niggas
mad
Welcome
to
our
house,
dead
rappers
in
the
front
yard
I
ain't
Steve
Nash,
nobody
get
a
pass
I
found
the
nigga
that
made
a
top
50
hot
MC
list
And
my
Glock
committed
sodomy
and
shot
him
in
the
ass
Standin'
over
his
body
I
probably
shoulda
asked
Why
the
greatest
rappers
gotta
be
somebody
from
the
past
Compared
to
Slaughterhouse,
a
lot
of
niggas
trash
Followin'
a
fad,
what
would
I
do
if
they
follow
the
Slaughter
They
prolly
swallow
this
hollow
and
a
mag
Tongue
full
of
dung,
it's
shit
talkin'
Niggas
want
me
dead,
fuck
it
I'm
still
walkin'
Enemies
in
the
club,
fuck
it
I'm
still
parkin'
the
coupe
First
put
the
roof
on
a
milk
carton
Walked
in,
they
hand
me
the
mic
Told
baby
girl
it
gotta
be
tonight
My
bed
or
your
bed?
Yeah
I'm
thinking
with
both
heads
You
know,
great
minds
think
alike
What
you
got
under
that
skirt?
(let
me
get
it)
Vodka,
Henny
and
that
purp
(let
me
get
it)
Cribs,
cars
and
net
worth
(let
me
get
it)
Slaughterhouse
gang,
Tech
N9ne
go
and
get
it
Lot
of
molly,
an
out
of
body
experience
I'm
feeling
kind
of
Gotti
and
all
ya'll
into
weird
events
A
party
prolly
jolly
counsel
me
when
I'm
inherent
With
the
shotty
ridin'
when
I
party
it's
Abu
Dhabi
Who
can
I
pick
it
up,
wick
it
up
I'm
a
rip
it
up
And
I'm
gonna
get
up
in
my
zone
now
Fuckin'
the
women
I'm
up
and
I'm
winnin'
I'm
[?]
now
Pussy
poundin'
I'm
pushin'
polygamy
procedures
Packin'
and
poppin'
pretty
penis
pockets
I
please
her
These
I
ease,
Techa
Neez
got
the
bees
of
an
evil
deed
But
I'mma
G,
never
see
us
With
a
telescope
nigga
cause
it's
hella
dope
I
got
so
many
worshipers
with
me,
I
could
sell
a
quotes
I
yell
the
most,
I
tell
the
goat
I'm
gonna
take
it
even
if
they
hate
it
and
fill
the
boat
Fellas,
you
tell
us
to
gel
it,
we're
gonna
quell
his
hope
Embellish
a
[?]
When
I
rhyme
I'm
conniving
cause
I
bring
Live
wickedness
brightening
your
high
beams
Frightening
life
like
some
lye
in
your
Visine
Psyche
swiped
clean,
high
as
the
hygiene
Pussy,
weed,
a
licker
yo,
let
me
get
it
I
don't
kick
it
if
you
be
messy
with
it
Tecca
Nina
keep
KCMO
on
the
fitted
Any
Slaughterhouse
gang
affiliation
I'm
fuckin'
with
it
Nobody
seconding
what
I
be
spitting,
we
misfits
Gonorrhea
mixed
with
diarrhea,
that
sick
shit
You
fuckers
wack,
need
them
Puffy
plaques,
them
big
hits
Them
R.
Kelly,
I'm
so
rich
I
piss
on
a
bitch
hits
And
bitches
get
the
business
In
a
convertible
eatin'
big
dick
While
I'm
parked
like
a
picnic
Wrapping
they
big
lips
around
my
stick
shift
rockin'
French
tips
Suckin'
me
hollow
after
they
swallow
my
kids
I'm
askin'
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