The Get Back (southside In The House) Lyrics

[Intro:]
It's that Coke nigga...
That raw and uncut cut nigga...
Yeah...
It's a Two G Thing...

Southside in the houseee...
Grimey nigga on deck, more sex, more money, more sket
We on it nigga, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars
White diamonds on my neck, take it you want it nigga...

[Chorus:]
Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes
around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
For niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares...

[Verse 1:]
Pink champagne and blood spill as I count my next mill
Frauds ballin' out with counterfeits I counter that
with real
D-O-Double L-A-R, S Class chrome wheel
Why you liffin' up your heel, fancy tire, smoke peel
Half of what you hear is real the other half just how
they feel
How the f*ck a nigga know the street and hardly play
the field
They sorry baby I don't need a army just the steel
Teal Lambo peel, sweep your barbie off her tail
I'm shinin' in near a town near you, y'nah how I do
In a Fourteen hundred dollar shoe, powder blue
I am great, how are you
G Unit Guerilla flow straight outta the zoo ain't no
way outta the crew
It's darker on the other side and death around the
corner
Ain't a single soul exempt, keep my vest on with my
sonar
Louie V bajama, burn all kinds of marijuana
Life's a big bitch your honor can I deal with my own
karma

[Chorus:]
Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes
around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares...

[Verse 2:]
Life is what you make it, make your money quiet, I
don't diet
I just eat, get head and fall asleep
Different path same street
Pillows and buried niggaz, niggaz pop kiss then speak,
bitches line 'em up sweet
Chickens call me cool, my niggaz call me collect
I call it how I see it The Notorious Threat
Nigga I'm lappin', niggaz joggin', while you bloggin'
Two million dollar home and you been late on your
apartment, your rent I'm sparkin'
Moe' pissin', dirty nigga, call me "Mr. Make The
Numbers Match"
Ain't nothin' wrong with my arithma
Tick my shit don't tock them temper tantrums get you
trampled
They won't do me in the barbershop, my barber got the
blam too
Sticky weed and grand crew, tipsy in the tan coupe
You can't wear that man shoe let's put 'em back on
canned food
Nuttin' I can't do, ain't much I haven't seen
Who want his land blew, the f*ck is you nigga

[Chorus:]
Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes
around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares...

[Outro:]
I have dreams about the money
You haters can't do me nothin'...
I got so much money
I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...
I have dreams about the money
Niggaz can't do me nothin'...
I got a whole bunch of money...
I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...

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