c-mob - let's get em lyrics
[intro]
bootleg, yeah
madame dane, uh huh
c+mob, c’mon
c’mon
let’s get em
[hook: madam dane & bootleg]
let’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
lеft blood in his lungs
tell the medic shе’s too late to get em
c’mon et’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
[verse 1: madame dane]
madame swag is k!ll
hit by these all for the master deal
take bitty franks and a mass of meals
blast for bills
give p+ssy n+ggas a mask and gills
keep a soft n+gga with a flashing grill
bottle full of water, b00bs and x pills
chop a brick slab for the pads of grill
guts keep coming trynna catch that thrill
chase that pill
smoke that real
off them once till they lungs get ill
rain down ups till my pockets spill
even the thug said that b+tch got sk!lls
i’m [soon chat?] will with intent to k!ll
stop a n+gga fight like a richer steel
stand in again till my numbers stand still
go run it up the middle like a running+back will
[hook: madam dane & bootleg]
let’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
c’mon et’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
[verse 2: bootleg]
how many y’all want n+ggas want it with leg
i send a bullet through the front come out the back of your head
and i’mma flint cowboy slinging nothing but lead
don’t make me leave a horse head at the foot of your bed
date night made n+ggas still ducking the feds
got to work prepping the search
plugged in with your dreads
it’s like a pillsbury doughboy i’m about the bread
trynna make enough cheddar for the clique to spread
let’s get em
k!ll em
we don’t feel em
numb from the waste down when we hit em
another paraplegic got his homeboys with em
on the first 48 you saw the way that we did em
let’s get em
from the blocks to the yard+set of prison
from a gram, to a eighth, to a fourth, of a chick
took a break from the kitchen wrists hurt from whipping
wordplay, lock the bullets in the cage then flip em
[hook: madam dane & bootleg]
let’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
c’mon et’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
[verse 3: c+mob]
let’s get em when i hit em i’mma split em
got a hollow in the chamber and i keep it c+cked back with the clip full
mob, madam and leg will make you beg for your life like a poodle to a pack full of pit+bulls
you don’t want my trigger finger to itch again
struggling and i live in the midst of sin
indiana all the way into michigan
you’d a learned if you woulda been listening
we’re menaces get off our premises
my heart is cold and i do not have tenderness
murder you like cain did abel in genesis
off with your head and that won’t be the end of this
my bullets are hungry and i’m about to let em go sink their t++th in and bite
and after i’m done with the murder i get away just like i did for the night
[hook: madam dane & bootleg]
let’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
c’mon et’s get em
aim for the head in the middle even with the sh+t back in a spittle
c’mon let’s get em
hit spleen, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can’t believe how we did him
c’mon let’s get em
softer than a twinkie in the middle wonder why real n+ggas don’t feel em
let’s get em
200 round drums
left blood in his lungs
tell the medic she’s too late to get em
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