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Some cats really like to, you know

Profile and front

And then the jooks go down, all at once they likeDon't get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-get meDon't get me

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Don't g-g-get meYou're out on the block hustling at the spot

Got, this is how you get Got

At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot

Got, this is how you get Got

Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks

Got, this is how you get Got

Some girl from pink house said, "I like you alot"

Got, this is how you get GotThis one goes to all them Big Will cats

With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac

You rollin' 'round town with your system bumped

And your windows cracked low to profile and front

Now I like to have nice things just like you

But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do

Like high postin' when you far from home

Or like high postin' when you all alone

Now this would seem to be clear common sense

But cats be livin' off, sheer confidenceLike "Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that"

But acting invincible, just ain't sensible

It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals

Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle

5 star general, flashin' all your revenue

You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, like

Colorful sparks, yellow and blue

A full on attack and it's happening to you

Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea

But five of them and one of you, that equal Got to meDon't get me

Don't get me

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Don't g-g-get meDon't get me

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Don't g-g-get meCome on ya'll now, let's be real

Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed

I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem

They fiending to be seen, get hymned like Aberdeen

Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin'

They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon

'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position

To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin'Like, come on now ock, what you expect?

Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck

And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens

With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'

They clique starts creepin' like Sandanista guerrillas

You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers

Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long

The harder you flash, harder you get flashed onThere's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat

Many steal for sport, more steal to eat

Cats heavy at the weigh-in, and they playin' for keeps

Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat

There is universal law, whether rich or poor

Some say life's a game, to more, life is war

So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips

'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-lessDon't get me

Don't get me

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