Текст песни Gettin' It - Mase , Funkmaster Flex
How
'my
complain,
na?
When
I'm
as
pretty
as
my
father?
And
he
got
60
hoes
(60
hoes?)
That
know
each
other
(yeah)
Yo,
I'm
the
problem
nigga's
got,
but
scared
to
step
to
it
If
a
nigga
really
want
it
with
me?
Let's
do
it
See
cats
in
the
club,
it's
just
music
Thieves
and
killers'll
tell
ya,
I
just
proved
it
I
set
the
tone,
ya
nigga's
adjust
to
it
Spit
bars,
nigga's
do
sets
and
rep's
to
it
I'm
the
type
that
get
30
years
and
rep
through
it
Want
it
wit'
us?
Come
put
your
best
to
it
Come
clean
now,
I'll
send
these
tests
to
it
I
should
get
a
Nike
contract
the
way
I
"Just
Do
It"
You
know
I
hide
B's
on
it
Come
on
B.S.
and
leave
on
it
Get
50
grand
and
breathe
on
it
Red
dot,
squeeze
on
it,
drop
keys
on
it
Might
hit
a
chicken
and
then
put
Cease
on
it
Cats
get
greed
in
war
with
the
heat
of
they
jaw
Somebody
move
wrong,
I
put
they
teeth
on
the
floor
If
they
don't
show
you
where
the
coke
at,
beat
'em
some
more
Make
'em
see
how
it
feel
to
have
to
eat
through
a
straw
While
I'm
sittin'
in
the
car,
chick
goin'
to
get
my
jar
So
I
greet
them
like
the
chicken
they
are
Said
Shorty,
if
you
ever
follow
me
and
spit
a
clip
in
my
car
Tell
ya
now,
that's
like
lynchin'
the
law
Ain't
no
gettin'
up
if
I
hit
you
So
all
them
cowards
wanna
ride
with
you
They
either
die
with
you,
or
lie
cripple
Mess
with
me,
now
why
would
you?
Nigga's
die
dealin'
with
dough
that's
quadruple
Double
Up
Where
all
my
down
super
star's
at?
(Gettin'
it)
Where
the
cats
at
the
barn
at?
(Gettin'
it)
Where
the
90
girls
that?
(Gettin'
it)
Where
the
girls
around
the
world
at?
(Gettin'
it)
Real
hair,
real
furs
(Gettin'
it)
Got
a
house
that's
hers
(Gettin'
it)
For
my
niggas
outta
town
at
(Gettin'
it)
Can't
forget
my
niggas
locked
down
at
(Gettin'
it,
uh
huh)
Yo,
it's
like
some
be
real,
sold
me
three
and
squeal
Some
hold
they
head,
some
see
appeal
Some
come
home
wild
in
the
week
to
kill
Then
show
old
cats
young
cats
be
real
Deep
throat
be
how
I
greet
my
chick
Any
hoe
suck
a
dick,
got
at
least
a
six
Any
man
call
me
fam',
got
at
least
a
brick
Shut
the
whole
morgue
down
just
for
Easter
kicks
When
I'm
down
and
out
and
I
need
the
chips
Vietnam
will
be
how
I
leave
your
script
And
it
take
dough
just
to
reach
the
rich
So
can't
no
senator
impeach
my
ssshhhhhh
And
don't
rush
to
be
somethin'
that
you're
not
Reworn
up
lies,
keep
guns
cocked
And
any
cat
mess
with
us
get
one
shot
To
do
what
he
gotta
do
and
get
somethin'
hot
Blaque,
back
up,
what
what
Blaque,
back
up,
All
Out
(Where
you
at?
Where
you
at?)
Yo,
please
don't
make
Murda
live
out
the
name
I'm
only
here
to
get
enough,
then
I'm
out
the
game
A
nigga
didn't
want
drama,
why
he
came?
It's
like
tryin'
to
win,
know
you
cross
the
grain
Messin'
with
my
niggas,
ya'll
will
both
get
the
same
Cut
'cross
the
face,
now
you
both
look
the
same
Still
wanted
for
the
bricks,
took
up
in
Maine
Run
up
for
ya
chain,
fifth
cop
aim
Please
don't
be
stupid,
come
out
the
chain
Don't
be
a
hero,
this
clip
will
bang
A
nigga
like
Mase
probably
got
everything
X-30
G's,
then
why
buy
a
plane?
No
skinny
Benz's,
wide-bodied
things
Four
dot,
six
dot,
chick
dot
Range
Uh,
All
Out
(c'mon)
Bad
Boy,
Double
Up
(Where
you
at?
Where
you
at?
Where
you
at?)
It's
not
a
game
Come
on,
Come
on
Альбом
Double Up
1 Award Show (interlude)
2 Intro
3 You Ain't Smart
4 Blood Is Thicker
5 Another Story To Tell
6 Gettin' It
7 Do It Again
8 Jail Visit - Interlude
9 No Matter What
10 Same Niggas
11 Make Me Cry
12 Stay Out Of My Way
13 From Scratch (feat. Shyne, Harlem World & Mysonne)
14 Fuck Me, Fuck You
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