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Get XXX'd (Feat Petey Pablo & Ebony Eyez)

[J-Kwon]

Track boys

Whoa whoa

You heard the name J-Kwon

Whoa whoa

Yea you'll see me in a minute

Whoa whoa

Petey pablo

Whoa whoa

We gettin' xxx'd man

Whoa whoa

Ebony eyes

Whoa whoa

Y'all ready

Whoa whoa

I'ma run while gettin' front

Just cause you gettin' none

Hit a cop then hit a nun

Its all wit a gun

What is done is what is done

Its all for the fun

Somebody said I cut off their head its already done

Yo I'm black wit many straps

I'm put in many masks

With a bat my clipped on I'm bangin' with that

Where its at is where its at

Don't worry bout that

You a solider where a soldier relate to that

Now I'm marchin' down the alley eatin' rallyes

How many motherfuckers that try we need a tally

Now we bluntin' there mind and then we outy

Rowdy they step on the bomb the pump outy

Doubt me ill start the shootin' up in the alley

Track one here ill give a bomb to your family

Met your family then they start to get calm see

But yo I'ma doin' any way wat[Chorus]

You can take it there

We can handle that

You can take it there

We can handle that

You can take it there

We can handle that

You can take it there

We can handle that

West coast get xxx'd

East coast get xxx'd

Mid west get xxx'd

Down south get xxx'd

West coast get xxx'd

East coast get xxx'd

Mid west get xxx'd

Down south get xxx'd[Petey Pablo]

Now take a ride as we roll through the ghetto

But keep your foot on the pedal 'cause it can get pretty extreme in the ghetto

Triple xxx level no hold bar we got hood capped and lieutenants and project sergeants

Capable of pullin' your carden bombin' your car grenades through your windows

This is all out war take the main road anywhere we go every time we role

Have me transportin' guns stashed in the truck flow

Real talk dog I hit real hard one swing knock a motherfucker block slam off

Hit him in the part where he talk from

Now he got a momma cause the y's in the jaw make it hard for him to tell you somethin'

The sun ain't down but the storm comin'

The best thing for you to do is try to get prepared for it

They find him bread water milk a couple cans of soup

And a place to go just in case you had to move[Chorus][J-Kwon]

Runnin' when it comes to the twos

I'm not forgiving the blues

Ill knock another man clean out his shoes

We get to breakin' the rules

Lets get to takin' them jewels

He still trippin' lets turn his ass into dog food

Who got the static huh

Who bring the blasting huh

The automatic huh

And let them have it

Chump I'm a savage what

Let me show you magic bro

One shot of this ill turn your ass into sawdust

I know we lawless

I'm talkin' all us

When it come handlin' business

Dirty we flawless

See these revolvers

That's why they call us

The same reason the police ain't never caught us

I'm on another level words from a true rebel

I rock your ass and I ain't talkin' heavy metal

You just a crumb

And me I'm a dirt devil

Lets see what's left as soon as the smoke settle[Chorus]

Songwriters

JONES, JERRELL C./KENT, JOE A. (TRACK BOYZ)Published by

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