Get Out

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 free

I'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 money

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 house

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

I 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 ago

Three hours,

I landed in the city of dreams

With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines

Where the fuck is

Jay-ZGoddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve

I see your face by the curb

Goddamn dog

I been sittin' here thirty minutes

You know these motherfucking cab drivers

Like they own this motherfucker

Open the trunk

And 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 out

An escape route?

No doubt, let's hit the highway, load up, lock

Let's do this shit

Hold up, cops

Trippin', 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 floor

Niggas is gon' shit they drawers

They got a bitch at the door

Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before

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 house

And when the money get low and the hungriness show

Niggas better get the fuck out the house

I 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 die

Up 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?