Get Bacc Time

[Damn nigga what you been doin`?]<br>I`m still walkin` this walk nigga<br>[Uh, heard that shit]<br>So watch out<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>See you know us nigga, we run up in ya house<br>Run up in ya room and put the gun up in ya mouth<br>Next thing you know, you just one up in a pouch<br>That`s what you fuckin` wid when you come up in the South<br>I spit slugs, I be off them drugs kick it wid thug niggas<br>Plug niggas, with blood on the rug<br>Nigga we got gut splitters and shovels we gravediggers<br>Wid troublesome ways and we bubble some days and some days<br>We shovel ya grave and we wrinkle ya page<br>We got shooters on the team like the Lakers we post up<br>And then bake `em wid the toaster<br>From long distance or close up<br>We send `em heat rocks, put `em up under the sheetrock<br>Cheap talk, makin` all the streets hot<br>With the heat from the glock<br>and I pop holes in ya Chevy block<br>And I pop those if ya ready or not get set go<br>Burn you with the petrol, wet those niggas wid cold showers<br>Crept on them niggas and they laid out wid gun powder<br>That`s one route I`m full of them scams<br>Pull and advance through your livin` room window<br>Then I`m leavin` wid blood on my hands<br>I`m a nympho, murder ya kinfolks two to the temple<br>Lay `em on the ground from the five pound it`s that simple<br>You know me nigga, I stay up in the cut<br>Every chance I get I get way up in a slut<br>Every once in a while I gotta touch a nigga up<br>So I hit the bomb and split ya palm wid paper cuts<br>I`m a oven when it comes to this thuggin` I spit fire<br>Chop ya lil rhymes to bits, `til I`m tired<br>of the ecstacy and `yac and kool-aid nigga I`m wired<br>I`m a sicc nigga I rip out ya bottom teeth wid the pliers<br>And I`m tired, of the rumors I disconnect, the tuner<br>I hit ya neck wid the ruger and get respect this a shooter<br>And ya knew the, shit like this, fool you better back up<br>Tuck niggas up like buttercups somebody better get yo stuff<br><br>[Hook]<br>Cause it`s get bacc time<br>Eye for an eye tooth for tooth<br>This ain`t just no rhyme<br>Somebody gotta die and that`s the truth<br>Ya shouldn`ta spit that line<br>Now look at ya hidin` in ya coupe<br>Cause it`s get bacc time<br>It ain`t gonna be us so it`s gotta be you<br>It`s like four plus four nigga<br>This shit easy as addition<br>To get back niggas and have `em missin`<br>Wha-what what to strip wack niggas and have `em drippin`<br>Plugged for crossin` love when my thug bring y`all the endin`<br>(x2)<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Please believe it, it happens daily<br>Make bitch niggas have my babies (then what?)<br>Fuck `em in the ass give `em rabies<br>Tuck `em in the grass I`m off the shady O-eighty<br>Wid the salt shaker tryna eat niggas up like<br>Stanley Dean bacon killer slash make me shellin` out<br>She loves me loves me not, slugs be hot<br>Run up in yo million dollar spot<br>And get the, drugs and glocks and I leave the<br>Bloody rug spots and I get the<br>Money powder and the ice and I`m from the<br>Nutty Blocc hit the lights and I`m `bout to<br>Get the kids and the wife and I`m `bout to<br>Hold `em hostage if I don`t get what I want<br>Cut `em up in little sausages, wreckless how Lynch is<br>You want no vengeance, my shit spit fine lines in yo extensions<br>It grips like a tiger so it ain`t no sensin`<br>Tryna get away I been dyin` to get a day to touch you up<br>I mean hire motherfuckers that`ll fuck you up<br>Wire motherfuckers all for the wet<br>I be shootin` that twelve guage offa the steps<br>Nigga off wid ya neck, ever since then, plottin` ya death<br>Get caught in your Lex take a quick wind get shot in the chest<br>Get ya cops and the tec, cause ever since then<br>Nothin`ll rest `til they gettin` locked in the pen<br>Cockin` a tec, poppin` the gin, quick to hide `til ya set<br>See I`m at it again not `til ya sweatin`<br>It`s not under ya neck it`s over ya head<br>It`s over ya dead stood over ya bed pointin` a tec<br>Four to ya head jumped in the Nova and fled<br>I`m like a motherfuckin` gangsta<br>Bitch ass nigga I cut off ya middle finger<br><br>Hook (x1)<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Like D-M-X I`m a ruff ryder, leave ya tied up<br>Wid ya nuts fried up<br>I`m the nigga that creep when it`s dark in the sky<br>Parkin` the ride and then dartin` inside<br>Ya spot wid automatic toys nigga this sparkin` a riot<br>Good shit better hide behind ya boys<br>nigga add gas to the flames then<br>blast at ya main land, switch ya whole game plan<br>Leavin` bloody stains and wid enough nigga nuts and guts and<br>(Where?) Bodies in the Hudson I keep it bustin` and bustin`<br>I`m the medicine man like Robitussin<br>Hold ya huffin` and puffin` before I<br>Split ya tongue wid the jack knife better act right<br>and attack right now if you wanna get the Hung I split ya lung<br>If you lookin` for some of that sicc shit this the one<br>If you lookin` for some of that shoot `em up kill `em up<br>better get ya gun, young ass rappers<br>I`m like R.Kelly I fuck the young in this rap game<br>Cum on ya belly cum on ya tongue<br>Shit I`m one of the ones blowin` you up eatin` you up and then<br>Throwin` you up knowin` you sucked big fat nut nigga<br><br>Hook (x1)