Fat Joe - Get The Hell on With That текст песни

[fat joe]

Whoa, whoa, whoa

All you frontin-ass niggaz

Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!

Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what? )

Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what? )

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there?

These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire

Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there

Now what it be like?

You confused man, that shit dont even seem right

How you cats on your album only three mics?

Like pac shit is funny to me

All you niggaz livin bummy wasnt fuckin with me

Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone

Love my a-t-l bitches, pay my bail bitches

Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches

Down-ass hoes thatll grind that dough

Catch me with another chick and beat em down to a pulp

Its the f-a-t, to the, j-o-e

Drink cris with the feds when they come for me

No cuffs, no guns, they respect a g

Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh?

Are you serious?

[chorus: fat joe]

If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist

Walk around all night, same bottle of cris

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

If you see a bitch frontin in her best friends clothes

New sass weave and fucked up toes

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[armageddon]

Now all my ladies put your hands up

Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then yous a hoe

And no Im not the one that dont drop the notes

I only ice the beef and rock the coat

Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke

Might get a little wheeze and assault, hes wrote

So get the hell on with that, dont you weave and feel it

Get the hell on with that, Im aight Im chillin

Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough

Shouldve charged me at the door, I woulda let you know

Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy mo

Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo

But yo, I aint never met a chick that was innocent

They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss

I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it

See me in the video like, "bitch is suckin dick!"

[chorus: fat joe]

You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly

Now you see him at the clubs, he dont pay you no mind

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your dro

But when its time to go cop, he aint got no dough

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[ludacris]

Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin em luck

Cause Im bout to make em break a leg thinkin Im givin a fuck

And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack

Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked

And you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners

Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us

Are headed east - bound, trouble in west other than south

Cover your chest, they cover your mouth

Im goin deep - down dirty indeed, birdies in need

Thirty degrees and you heard it from me

But Im bout to reach - round grabbin my gun

They scatter and run but Im handlin and havin some fun

They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread

If it aint then it aint, no wonder you dead

So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted

And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, biatch

[chorus: fat joe]

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like theyre the type

But when its time to go to war they runnin for dear life

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Got this clown runnin around like hes my fam

We did time in what joint? I dont know you man!

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[fat joe]

Yeah, haha, t.s., terror

Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that

Yeah, charlie rock l.d., uhh

Ton montana rest in peace, 2001

Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that

Yeah..