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Get Them Out Ya Way Pa Lyrics

from The 8 Diagrams

"Get Them Out Ya Way Pa" is track #3 on the album The 8 Diagrams. It was written by Diggs, Robert F. / Hawkins, Lamont / Smith, Clifford / Coles, Dennis David / Woods, Corey / Turner, Elgin Evander.
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"Get Them Out Ya Way Pa" is track #3 on the album The 8 Diagrams. It was written by Diggs, Robert F. / Hawkins, Lamont / Smith, Clifford / Coles, Dennis David / Woods, Corey / Turner, Elgin Evander.
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If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up

Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em
Little niggaz hugging the block, cops is booking 'em
Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em
Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em

Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em
The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em
Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em
Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now he's shooshing 'em

Get cash, get that ass, or put a foot in 'em
Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam
There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo or gush in 'em
Niggaz still got that juks in 'em

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
If he drunk and he run his mouth
Get 'em out your way pa

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
If he drunk and he run his mouth
Get 'em out your way pa

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move

I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem
It took a little time to get his juices going
Producers know him, as the kid with the Iron Palm
Righteous hammer, examine the firearm

Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar
'Empire Strikes Back', check out the Death Star
Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible
Where I'm from, we use dum-dums in the arsenal

Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check
Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck
Universal conquest, kung fu, buckle vets
In a duffle bag, max yo, a couple techs

Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand, we programmed
Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam
I fear no man, son you get lynched up
Nigga bitch get Frankenstein stitched up

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
If he drunk and he run his mouth
Get 'em out your way pa

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move

Yeah, voice skipping off percussion
Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly beloved
All praise, the daunting, calm yet
So alarming without a word being spoken

A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look
The contract was took, straight cash, off the books
A major pawn took a Don, look he's armed
With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook

Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks
They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot
Switched the look up, out of state he got the hook up

The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather
Yet heavier than weight, when my mind state starts to break, take cover
Over RZA instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
If he drunk and he run his mouth
Get 'em out your way pa

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
If he drunk and he run his mouth
Get 'em out your way pa

If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move

Tell me, what are they like?
They got holes in the top, five round holes
While I was watching, this stranger hit them
But his fingers went right through the bone

So then, they've mastered it
It's some style of kung fu, you know it?
The Skeleton Claw

Songwriters
DIGGS, ROBERT F. / HAWKINS, LAMONT / SMITH, CLIFFORD / COLES, DENNIS DAVID / WOODS, COREY / TURNER, ELGIN EVANDER

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