Get-U-Now

BEEP! The fuck was that man?
That shit blew my head man
We're coming to get you, nigga

I got a brand new 380 in the box
Made like Glocks
A shoebox of bullets, two clips
No safety lock
Won't get knocked 'cause I avoid the rage
Catchin' mad bodies like the AIDS
I used to carry blades
Now I'm fully loaded, save the bold shit
Tempt me, I'mma empty the whole shit
That's that cold shit
And that's what I'm into
And plus it's winter
And beef ain't squished until
The bullet enter dead center or dead broke
When I got the flame out
I'm stickin' up a drunk at the liquor store
He came out 'Cause my rent's due
Fuck with my money I'mma dead you
And you can tell the accents X sent you
And he meant to cut your throat
And maim your last breath, wait
I got a bullet for your ass
Wit'cha name and your death date nigga!

There it is - that's what got him
I don't know man

I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)

BEEP! The fuck was that man?
That shit blew my head man

I had to get a shotty
The barrel's a double one
'Cause my sidewalk got more
Shells than bubblegum
Stuck on it, I'm settin' it
Bring it if you want it
And I still got my 22, won't never point it
Though i go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets
So, fuck my mother-in law
I'm finna run the streets
Be the syntax error, delete
I live to spin wax, repeat but on beat

I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)

Yo, fuck all right, do it motherfucker
Put it in your vest that's what got him
I don't know

I got it: My tool, my utensil
To draw lead in that ass like
A pencil with a stencil
And let me see them kids who
Had beef in the summer and they mugs
All look like Helen Keller but dumber
Ain't that a bummer? I'll take
You out your misery
I be the mad bluff caller like
Caller ID motherfucker!
I'm rakin' in the dough by the heap
(Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete
(Buck his ass) The last that you heard
Of your Jeep as you sleep
I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap

We gonna Get-U-Now, uh
We gonna Get-U-Now, yeah
We gonna Get-U-Now, huh we gonna Get-U-Now

Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop!
You know what the fuck we talkin' about
Word is bond and we ghost, CM!