Fort Minor - Get It (feat. Styles Of Beyond) | Текст песни

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• Fort Minor
• Get It (feat. Styles Of Beyond)

[Intro - Tak]
Yeah, Ryu and Tak.

[Intro - Green Lantern]
S.O.B

[Intro - Tak]
Demigodz, Green Lantern, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!

[Verse 1 - Tak]
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,

[Verse 1 - Ryu]
It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle,when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoeever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'

[Chorus]
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cuz we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cuz we ain't got time to kick it.

[Post-chorus]
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,

[Verse 2 - Tak]
Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Aint nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...

[Chorus]
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cuz we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cuz we ain't got time to kick it.

[Post-chorus]
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...