Get It, Get It - Lyrics - Pacewon

[opening skit for 12 seconds] [Pacewon] Aiyyo 56 Ruckers, we bust kids, *** it Show 'em what's up with a slug on the thug tip Rugged lil' culprit, hit you upside your nugget for the ducats, blood come in buckets Might stain your Chuckers, reverse up a 1-way Dumpin from a Cutlass, whattup ***? *** this Wear that well, I hope the slug hit your mug 'til the pulp is leakin out your skull, I'm occultist Pump this in your whip, *** love this Justice for all my black men that was this or still is this, they my cousins, buggin Seperatin women from they husbands I govern the block while I'm bubblin Hustlin *** the job like I'm muggin But I'm rappin, I'm like a oven Turned up to broil kid, don't get shoved in [Chorus 2X: Pacewon] You could get it get it, if you want it want it You could get it get it, if you want it want it If you 'bout it 'bout it, there's no doubt about it You're the one they doubted, now you're the one that's whylin [Pacewon] Aiyyo 9-M stay on the waist, son (Like y'all can't *** with Pace-Won) Be careful, brothers don't step because most be scared to Cause the next thing they see me in all three rearview mirrors straight comin at 'em I'm a quarterback, watch me run a pattern L swing strike 45 one That means I bring like 45 guns 45 pumps, Gordy like what Before we light up, shorty might run Cause Pace make you short out 83 circuits I'm Michael Myers, she Jamie Lee Curtis Hit 'em with a whip, then I blast through shades like "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" But this ain't the "Lost Ark," I ain't Harrison Ford I'm the rude MC that be embarassin broads, like [Chorus] [Pacewon] I'm a product of hip-hop! And stereo stealers My area's ill as serial killers Like Sam Berkowitz and old Charles Manson Mickey move bars with broke broads dancin Tippin that tight light-skinned sexy mama In a past life she was Jeffrey Dahmer Hangin with pimps and relentless suckers Down for life like the Menendez brothers Rugged lil' princess a thug might find Buck up in the club like Shyne That's what she does, I'm out her holdin down ya speakers Every whip need us, so throw your *** beaters and sing along with the king of the Bricks That don't care like sit on my ***! [Chorus]