Testo Get It - Pro
Testo della canzone Get It (Pro), tratta dall'album Dying to Live
We in the M off Tillman
Posted with young Jones, yeah the kin up in the building
But I ain't tryna rap to you, I'm just tryna rap to you
For them boys who flodging, we get mad and put the strap to you
Cause homie a go-getter
Stacks on deck and front like a cold killer
Think he gon' live forever, but that won't happen never
Plus playing in these streets, you'll get a slug through your sweater
So I'm on my grind, got truth up on my mind
And Jesus on my mind, I let 'em know we live and die
Tryna be a city light, got that Jason in my pride
Romans 1:1-6, unashamed all the time
Hope you feeling the same way
Cause you could come up on that guap and die in the same day
Your mama and your cousins be crying at your wake
And the wrath Christ ate be dumped on your plate, yep
You know what it is
Out with my kin, let 'em know the truth lives
Take you where the hood get it in
Bring it back to the block for you again
We in the streets like
Bang, bang, bang, bang
You know what it is
Running off your friends with that Jesus talk again
Back like I never left, Pro' get it in
Let 'em know the King lives while they sipping on gin
I pray to God that you ain't running with Gs
The four-fifth turn your North Face into Swiss cheese
In the Devil's symphony
You Ray Charles, blind but still playing with keys
I see it everyday B
Cats chase coins, Mario, Luigi
But never get the prize that they seek
He just locked in a box like Harry Houdini
But can't escape this one
It's either pine or a boss, pick one
But maybe you'll escape right now
But one day be in flames, Hot Boy Juvenile
You know what it is
Out with my kin, let 'em know the truth lives
Take you where the hood get it in
Bring it back to the block for you again
We in the streets like
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Now if you feeling like a pimp then go on, brush your shoulders off
But you could be a pimp and catch something you ain't brushing off
And women, don't give it away to get 'em
If you only find a dog, it's probably looking in the kennel
It's the reason God tell us not to fornicate
Cause you don't wanna find a Pita Daddy Maury Povich way
And don't believe what Beyonce sing on it
Cause if you try, probably never put a ring on it
Love is kind, love is patient
He don't love you baby girl if it ain't worth the waiting
Yeah I'm throwing salt in your game
Cause you a slug if you out here making babies you don't plan to raise
The Bible make it clear, one man, one woman
Joined together, never severed, forever and ever
You looking like I did you wrong
That's why we did it, to put you on, yep
You know what it is
Out with my kin, let 'em know the truth lives
Take you where the hood get it in
Bring it back to the block for you again
We in the streets like
Bang, bang, bang, bang
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Writer(s): Derek Johnson
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