Get it how we get it lyrics

Artist  : Youngbloodz 
Song : Get it how we get it
 
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’

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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

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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’

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