Get Atcha lyrics

Artist  : Ray Luv 
Song : Get Atcha



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I couldn't wait to get atcha

It's been a while since you had a real nigga and
a rapper

With some game to spit atcha

Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new
chapter

Ride because we has ta, death before we
captured

Caught your ass up like the rapture

Did I get em? I split em

Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em

I just invent em, inject you with the raw
venom

Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car
system



If you were them, you'd best prepare for
combat

Gon' be a long one, best to bring the bomb
sack

These so-called players ain't real no mo'

Snitch-hatin hustle and still we kill for
dough

Real for sho', I'm knowin that they phoney and
faulty

Just lice on my balls, I cut em up off me

Now these jealous muthafuckas want me, ain't that
a bitch

Like I'm a punk and you could play me out, you
fuckin trick

Must be suckin on a glass dick

I'm smokin weed, drinkin O.E. like '86, raise the
dick

Can you see me bout some major shit or is you
minus?

Small timers with a bitch-made click of
co-signers

Not a rider withcha, think you're safe, but I can
getcha

And do things to ya Lynch Hung can't even
picture

You'se a bitch nigga, and I be livin in new
knowledge

Cross me up again, I take your baby girl for
hostage



I couldn't wait to get atcha

It's been a while since you had a real nigga and
a rapper

With some game to spit atcha

Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new
chapter

Ridme because we has ta, death before we
captured

Caught your ass up like the rapture

Did I get em? I split em

Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em

I just invent em, inject you with the raw
venom

Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car
system



And I be down for mine, wrote out my gameplan
line for line

On how to get the money, same time blow your
mind

Incorporated real soldiers from the O this
time

Sellin all q.p.'s, whole o's and dimes

CDs, LPs, now it's g's for us

Flip the table, bubble up, cash and weed to
puff

Bet I couldn't serve ya, so I laughed, called
your bluff

Give me 12 months, bet you can't ball with us

Ghettonomics is a major plus, enforced with
muscle

Mind on the mega-money, heart on the hustle

Dirty women mixed with jealous friends, nothin
but trouble

Got focus, keep your self-respect, and know who
love you

You don't have to be a star, baby, no need to
front

Just gotta know where you're tryina go, and what
you want

We dissect and reconstruct the package like a
surgeon

Bouncin twice, raise the price, ready to serve
ya



I couldn't wait to get atcha

It's been a while since you had a real nigga and
a rapper

With some game to spit atcha

Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new
chapter

Ride because we has ta, death before we
captured

Caught your ass up like the rapture

Did I get em? I split em

Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em

I just invent em, inject you with the raw
venom

Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car
system



For certain, I knew when I made it that it'd be
curtains

For muthafuckas fakin the loyalty and
desertin

Put it down, flashin on foes, when I'm pervin

Not silent, I'm hard to swallow like lead and
Bourbon

Nigga feel me like a crack serum, no pretendin


Link soldiers, uncompromisin, unbendin

Do or die till the very endin

Why do they fake it

Claim to be any muthafucka just to make it

It's my dream, I'ma take it, seize it, no
hesitation

No reservation, finally ready to face the
nation

Attackin like a pit was raised, now can you fade
me?

Writin bomb-ass shit off of hash the sight gave
me

Is it greed got me chasin g's or just in me?

To feed me and my only seed, so we proceed

All my enemies bleed as I puff up the weed

Forever hustle till we all succeed



I couldn't wait to get atcha

It's been a while since you had a real nigga and
a rapper

With some game to spit atcha

Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new
chapter

Ride because we has ta, death before we
captured

Caught your ass up like the rapture

Did I get em? I split em

Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em

I just invent em, inject you with the raw
venom

Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car
system