Get Out (feat. Jay-Z) Lyrics

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C'mon, yeah, Face Mob, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh
His name is Jigga, yeah, what's happenin' baby?
Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin' to get this loot
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? No doubtSo what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed
Dope, coke or all the guns you need, nigga
You could get them thangs for a lesser fee
Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look freeI'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed
Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
My nigga for sheez
Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave

Is you for sure? Them niggas out there still got cheese
'Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ'sMan them niggas rapin' the town without breakin 'em down
Them bastards makin' a killin', slangin' half of buldings
For real man, I'm on my last nine thousand
Ain't got no money, I'm fightin' cases with this ho moneyAnd when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the houseI caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sittin' at the exit row, by the do'
I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way
I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend agoThree hours, I landed in the city of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curbGoddamn dog I been sittin' here thirty minutes
You know these motherfucking cab drivers
Like they own this motherfucker
Open the trunkAnd then I'm thinkin', Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga
Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man
And then I said to Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash nigga
I got a dope house scoped outAn escape route?
No doubt, let's hit the highway, load up, lock
Let's do this shit
Hold up, copsTrippin', it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker
Yeah, and ten million undercovers
We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door
They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floorNiggas is gon' shit they drawers
They got a bitch at the door
Bullshit, heard that stupid shit beforeAnd when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the house
And when the money get low and the hungriness show
Niggas better get the fuck out the houseI hit the buzzer, Mita, Manny
Let me up it's Joey motherfucker
Takin' the steps up with only one thing on our mind
Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta dieUp the steps, got closer
The voices got louder, you hear it?
Death's approaching we comin' for that powder
Then I knocked four times, I hit the hoe wit clear polish
Well, she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be bitch?