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ruin your day - gotta get it (vol. 4) lyrics

[intro: nu jerzey twork]
right here is where i go black
and i still don’t know how to go back
bc the noisemaker

[hook: nu jerzey twork]
i gotta get it, i gotta get it
they talkin’ ghostin’, i drive a honda civic
how terrific
i know for every action, i got consequences
but i’m ’bout to hit a l!ck, i’m askin’ god forgiveness
lord, forgive me, lord, forgive me
please, lord, forgive me
but i’m goin’ for it like i’m 4th and inches
bustin’ triggers, bust some k!llas
even bust some trippin’
i’m doin’ jail time if i get more specific
up the pistol
yeah, it’s all hail to jesús
all h+ll gon’ break loose if y’all don’t give up the chicken
i don’t f+ck up a mission
i don’t need your permission
i only let you out this b+tch alive on one condition

[verse 1: nu jerzey twork]
let’s talk some business, ayy
let’s talk some digits, ayy
we gon’ do this professional, start to finish
shooters wit’ pride, black denali
k!llers inside, ruin the vibe
who are these guys?
tinted, blinds on ’em, you don’t know who is inside
i got some moves on your head
i got some goons in this b+tch
they just got some tools, they ain’t got no shoes, they ain’t got no food in the fridge
you ain’t got no clue what it is
they ain’t got no moves, just to live
they ain’t got no loot, that’s how they grew
they ain’t got no roof on they head
these n+ggas ain’t playin’ round
gunshot they favorite sound
these n+ggas that’ll come through, one+two, (+pat+pat+pat+pat+) lay sh+t down
ain’t n0body gon’ say sh+t now
this piru gang get down
when we slide up, put face to ground
get stomped kirk franklin+style

[hook: nu jerzey twork]
i gotta get it, i gotta get it
they talkin’ ghostin’, i drive a honda civic
how terrific
i know for every action, i got consequences
but i’m ’bout to hit a l!ck, i’m askin’ god forgiveness
lord, forgive me, lord, forgive me
please, lord, forgive me
but i’m goin’ for it like i’m 4th and inches
bustin’ triggers, bust some k!llas
even bust some trippin’
i’m doin’ jail time if i get more specific
up the pistol
yeah, it’s all hail to jesús
all h+ll gon’ break loose if y’all don’t give up the chicken
i don’t f+ck up a mission
i don’t need your permission
i only let you out this b+tch alive on one condition

[verse 2: rum nitty]
keep 50 in the clip (brrrt!)
gene simmons: it’s a l!ck (rn)
tell the plug i need a duffel of ’em
b+tch, i’mma do him like mitch
only scared of goin’ broke (broke)
eviction notice on the dope (rn)
we gon’ slide, 10:45
bro, hit the lights, drive slow (skrrt!)
pull up, hop out (hop out)
we don’t clean house wit’ the mop out (mop out)
what’s the combination? compound
i don’t get full cooperation? bla+kow!
n+ggas starvin’ wit’ .8
you flossin’ and right now you look like a plate (look like a plate)
might send my lil’ b+tch, n+ggas think wit’ they d+ck
so i know he gon’ fall for the bait (fall for the bait!)
hol’ up, it’s a stick+up (hol’ up!)
might run up in your house wit’ the stick up (stick up)
make the wrong move, you’ll get hit up (hit up)
your life on the line + don’t slip up (brrrt!)
mask down, creep low (creep low)
now i’ll put the .50 on the peephole (peephole)
take a n+gga sh+t like repo (repo)
you don’t give it up, then the heat go

[hook: nu jerzey twork + geechi gotti]
i gotta get it, i gotta get it
they talkin’ ghostin’, i drive a honda civic
how terrific
i know for every action, i got consequences
but i’m ’bout to hit a l!ck, i’m askin’ god forgiveness
lord, forgive me, lord, forgive me
please, lord, forgive me
but i’m goin’ for it like i’m 4th and inches
bustin’ triggers, bust some k!llas
even bust some trippin’
i’m doin’ jail time if i get more specific
up the pistol
yeah, it’s all hail to jesús
all h+ll gon’ break loose if y’all don’t give up the chicken
i don’t f+ck up a mission
mafia
i don’t need your permission
yeah
i only let you out this b+tch alive on one condition

[verse 3: geechi gotti]
yeah
give it all up (yeah)
b+tch, don’t do no funny sh+t
i’ll blow ya mu’f+ckin’ brains out, and that’s on nutty crip (i’ll blow ya brains out, b+tch)
mask on, gloves on, we look like snowboarders (yeah)
pile it all up in trash bags just like the show h++rders (mmm)
oh, this n+gga think i’m playin’? i’mma get to sprayin’ (i ain’t playin’, n+gga)
put the gun in his mouth, can’t understand sh+t he sayin’
“please, dear lord+”
well, i guess he prayin’
jerooz, leave him on the floor, sh+t, i guess he stayin’
all hail to jesús, all hail to jesús
get the scope, boy, i got a clear shot: yeah, this some grey goose (blat!)
hey, you, don’t make a f+ckin’ sound + you better play mute
or get introduced to your god like this your debut

[hook: nu jerzey twork]
i gotta get it, i gotta get it
they talkin’ ghostin’, i drive a honda civic
how terrific
i know for every action, i got consequences
but i’m ’bout to hit a l!ck, i’m askin’ god forgiveness
lord, forgive me, lord, forgive me
please, lord, forgive me
but i’m goin’ for it like i’m 4th and inches
bustin’ triggers, bust some k!llas
even bust some trippin’
i’m doin’ jail time if i get more specific
up the pistol
yeah, it’s all hail to jesús
all h+ll gon’ break loose if y’all don’t give up the chicken
i don’t f+ck up a mission
i don’t need your permission
i only let you out this b+tch alive on one condition

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