Youngbloodz - Get It How We Get It / Splack - Sözleri

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime



Know what I'm saying?



Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga



Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?



See...







I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga



Send your weak body floating in the river



Ways of the day, man nobody knows 

If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.





Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'





Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope

See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold



Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold



Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show





For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow

Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor



Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat

The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat







Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul

Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go

Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'









[hook]



Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas





Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust

From tracks to traps, slabs to raps



Spread a little round', make it all come back







Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain



And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain

Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass





So get your face up out the floor



And know that it's real



Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live



My life day by day, in the way I only should



So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good



To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path





To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast



And in a flash, you back at home

Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep



Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep

Now take a peep, and tell me what you see





It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets

So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit





Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick





[hook]









I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up





Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck

I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made



10% in church, oh it's a business now



Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit



Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though

A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'





I went from trapped thang off in this rap game



Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same



And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes



You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise



They say they know the deal, they say it's all real

They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill





A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill



I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'







[hook]

														   

														   











		
			



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