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from Last Of A Dying Breed

"Get Out" is track #4 on the album Last Of A Dying Breed. It was written by Carter, Shawn C / Williams, Leroy / Jordan, Brad.
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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 doubt

So 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's

Man 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-Z
Goddamn 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?

Songwriters
Carter, Shawn C / Williams, Leroy / Jordan, Brad

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