Mase - Gettin' It (feat. Funkmaster Flex) Lyrics
[Mase]How 'my complain, na?When I'm as pretty as my father?And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)That know each other (yeah)Yo, I'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to itIf a nigga really want it with me? Let's do itSee cats in the club, it's just musicThieves and killers'll tell ya, I just proved itI set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to itSpit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to itI'm the type that get 30 years and rep through itWant it wit' us? Come put your best to itCome clean now, I'll send these tests to itI should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"You know I hide B's on itCome on B.S. and leave on itGet 50 grand and breathe on itRed dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on itMight hit a chicken and then put Cease on itCats get greed in war with the heat of they jawSomebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floorIf they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some moreMake 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a strawWhile I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jarSo I greet them like the chicken they areSaid Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my carTell ya now, that's like lynchin' the lawAin't no gettin' up if I hit youSo all them cowards wanna ride with youThey either die with you, or lie crippleMess with me, now why would you?Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadrupleDouble Up[1 - Mase
