paroles de chanson The Get Back - Fabolous
Who
want
to
bet
us
that
they
can't
fuck
with
us
Stack
cheddar
forever,
live
treacherous,
all
the
etceteras
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,
on
my
hyphens
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
[?]
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),
Everlane
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
A
major
comeback
up
from
my
minor
setback
They
still
don't
know
we
living
just
thinking
about
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
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
dope
boy
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
[?]
"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
cold
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
poor
'paign
Like
what
you
say
while
it's
cocked
back
to
him
Guess
what
goes
around
comes
around
got
back
to
him
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?
1 Everything Was the Same
2 Sacrifices
3 Playa
4 The Get Back
5 Foreigners
6 The Hope
7 You Know
8 Cuffin Season
9 Thim Slick
10 Lay Down
11 Situationships
12 Young Og
13 Hope She Cheats
14 Cakes
15 Pretty Boy Swag
16 Bitches
17 Come When My Girl Come
18 Does My Thing
19 Money Money Money
20 Ciroc - Freestyle
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