paroles de chanson Get the Hell on with That - Fat Joe
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa
All
you
frontin-ass
niggaz
Callin
all
frontin-ass
bitches,
hahahaha!
Yo,
get
the
hell
on
with
that
(say
what,
say
what
what?)
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
(say
what,
say
what
what?)
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo
Why
you
over
there
lookin
at
me,
while
my
girl
standin
there?
These
bitches
actin
like
they
never
seen
a
millionaire
Feel
my
pockets,
wanna
really
get
your
hands
in
there
Now
what
it
be
like?
You
confused
man,
that
shit
don't
even
seem
right
How
you
cats
on
your
album
only
three
mics?
Like
'Pac
shit
is
funny
to
me
All
you
niggaz
livin
bummy
wasn't
fuckin
with
me
Now
nigga
get
it
on,
soon
you
be
dead
and
gone
Shorty
got
a
bubble
all
she
need
the
silicone
Love
my
A-T-L
bitches,
pay
my
bail
bitches
Type
to
let
you
fuck
but
never
tell
bitches
Down-ass
hoes
that'll
grind
that
dough
Catch
me
with
another
chick
and
beat
'em
down
to
a
pulp
It's
the
F-A-T,
to
the,
J-O-E
Drink
Cris'
with
the
Feds
when
they
come
for
me
No
cuffs,
no
guns,
they
respect
a
G
Number
one
with
a
slug,
what
you
expect
from
me,
huh?
Are
you
serious?
If
you
see
a
nigga
frontin
fake
shit
on
his
wrist
Walk
around
all
night,
same
bottle
of
Cris'
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
If
you
see
a
bitch
frontin
in
her
best
friend's
clothes
New
sass
weave
and
fucked
up
toes
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Now
all
my
ladies
put
your
hands
up
Nah
mami,
if
you
fuck
for
dough
then
you's
a
hoe
And
no
I'm
not
the
one
that
don't
drop
the
notes
I
only
ice
the
beef
and
rock
the
coat
Think
you
gettin
somethin
from
me
your
thoughts
are
broke
Might
get
a
little
wheeze
and
a
salty
throat
So
get
the
hell
on
with
that,
don't
you
even
feel
it
Get
the
hell
on
with
that,
I'm
aight
I'm
chillin
Chicken
neck-ass
bitch
tryna
palm
the
dough
Should've
charged
me
at
the
door,
I
woulda
let
you
know
Coulda
saved
you
a
mouth
full
of
head
y
mo'
Coulda
made
you
a
thug
from
the
guy
with
the
mo'
But
yo,
I
ain't
never
met
a
chick
that
was
innocent
They
all
fuck
some,
eat
some,
never
kiss
I
know
a
lot
that
got
skeed
on
and
that
was
it
See
me
in
the
video
like,
"Bitch
is
suckin
dick!"
You
let
him
in
at
one
time
cause
you
thought
he
was
fly
Now
you
see
him
at
the
clubs,
he
don't
pay
you
no
mind
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Yo,
every
time
you
smoke,
dude
puff
your
'dro
But
when
it's
time
to
go
cop,
he
ain't
got
no
dough
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Ludacris
be
the
number
one
street
- clown
wishin
'em
luck
Cause
I'm
bout
to
make
'em
break
a
leg
thinkin
I'm
givin
a
FUCK
And
you
catch
a
beat
- down,
bottles
is
breakin,
craniums
crack
Chairs
thrown
when
the
heat
is
attacked
And
you
hear
the
street
- sound,
hitters
and
runners
Killers
and
gunners,
winter
to
summer
the
niggaz
that
want
us
Are
headed
East
- bound,
trouble
in
West
other
than
South
Cover
your
chest,
they
cover
your
mouth
I'm
goin
deep
- down
Dirty
indeed,
birdies
in
need
Thirty
degrees
and
you
heard
it
from
me
But
I'm
bout
to
reach
- 'round
grabbin
my
gun
They
scatter
and
run
but
I'm
handlin
and
havin
some
fun
They
gotta
keep
- rounds
up
under
the
bed,
up
under
the
spread
If
it
ain't
then
it
ain't,
no
wonder
you
dead
So
go
to
sleep
- now,
throats
is
splitted
And
folks
that
get
it
they
gotta
get
the
hell
on
widdit,
BIATCH
Yo,
yo,
all
these
niggaz
that
claim
thug
like
they're
the
type
But
when
it's
time
to
go
to
war
they
runnin
for
dear
life
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Got
this
clown
runnin
around
like
he's
my
fam
We
did
time
in
what
joint?
I
don't
know
you
man!
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Get
the
hell
on
with
that
- say
what,
say
what
what?
Yeah,
haha,
T.S.,
Terror
Get
the
hell
on
with
that,
get
the
hell
on
with
that
Yeah,
Charlie
Rock
L.D.,
uhh
Ton'
Montana
rest
in
peace,
2001
Get
the
hell
on
with
that,
get
the
hell
on
with
that
Yeah.
1 Intro
2 J.O.S.E.
3 King of N.Y.
4 Opposites Attract (What They Like)
5 Definition of a Don
6 My Lifestyle
7 We Thuggin'
8 Fight Club
9 What's Luv?
10 He's Not Real - Intro
11 He's Not Real
12 The Fuck Up (Interlude)
13 Get the Hell on with That
14 It's O.K.
15 Murder Rap
16 The Wild Life
17 Still Real
18 We Thuggin' (Remix)
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