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fat joe – get the hell on with that lyrics

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whoa, whoa, whoa
all you frontin’ -ss n-gg-z
callin’ all frontin’ -ss b-tches
yo, get the h-ll on with that
get the h-ll on with that
yo, yo, yo, yo

why you over there lookin’ at me, while my girl standin’ there?
these b-tches 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 sh-t don’t even seem right
how you cats on your alb-m only three mics?
like ‘pac sh-t is funny to me
all you n-gg-z livin’ b-mmy wasn’t f-ckin’ with me
now n-gg- get it on, soon you be dead and gone

shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
love my a t l b-tches, pay my bail b-tches
type to let you f-ck but never tell b-tches
down -ss hoes that’ll grind that dough
catch me with another chick and beat them 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?
are you serious?

if you see a n-gg- frontin’ fake sh-t on his wrist
walk around all night, same bottle of cris’
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
if you see a b-tch frontin’ in her best friend’s clothes
new s-ss weaven and f-cked up toes
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)

now all my ladies put your hands up
nah mami, if you f-ck for doe 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 h-ll on with that, don’t you weave and feel it
get the h-ll on with that, i’m alright i’m just chillin’

chicken neck -ss b-tch tryin’ to palm the dough
should’ve charged me at the door, i would let you know
get the same jewel mouth full of heavy 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 f-ck some, eat some, never kiss
i know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
see me in the video like, “b-tch i sucked his d-ck”

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 h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
get the h-ll 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 h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)

ludacris be the number one street, clown wishin ’em luck
cause i’m ’bout to make them break a leg thinkin’ i’m givin a f-ck
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 n-gg-z 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, around 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 h-ll on widdit, b–tch

yo, yo, all these n-gg-z that claim thug like they’re the type
but when it’s time to go to war they runnin’ for dear life
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
get the h-ll 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 h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)
get the h-ll on with that
(say what, say what what?)

yeah, t s, terror
get the h-ll on with that, get the h-ll on with that
yeah, charlie rock l d
ton’ montana rest in peace, 2001
get the h-ll on with that, get the h-ll on with that
yeah