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

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[Intro: Ryu]:
Yeah, Ryu and Tak
Yeah, Ryu and Tak (S.O.B.)
Yeah, Ryu and Tak, Demigodz
Green Lantern, Scoop DeVille
This kid is only seventeen, man
He's about to be a problem

[Tak]:
So, let's get right to it and groove
It ain't nothin' but a thing to get ya people to move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it, going all out, we about to {"G-g-g-g-g-get it!"}

[Ryu]:
Yo, it's in my blood, I was born to spit it
The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of winter
Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine
Survive the weather, forget about changing 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-uh
We go to work man, diggin' in dirt
We took 'em to church, we're checkin' in some teenage strippers
Living life by the seat of my pants and three-peated
We champs, undefeated we can't, lose ever
Whoever want it with us better roll with a camp
You 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, sing it

[Interlude: Ryu / (Tak)]:
S - for every sucker left behind
O - what they were yelling when I bust a rhyme
B - best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet 'cause we ain't got time to kick it, no!
(S - for the drunk sexy women)
(O - sipping Jack with some Pepsi in it)
B - best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet 'cause we ain't got time to kick it, no!

[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 fumes leaking in the street, throwing down them 'bows, whoa
We on the job, the run with the mob
The fake faзades to get it just to make new large
I roll a, seven to nine just to break the yards
And step in your mind and unfold the great bizarre
Hit the kill switch, yeah, found my hitch
I'm on the pitcher's mound for now, it's me and Will Smith
Finally overseas, I sneak in the mattress
Ain't nothing like a sweet club freak with an accent
We out gettin' bent makin' dollar amounts
So if you with me, let me see you raise your bottomless shots, say it

[Holly Brook & Tak / (Mike Shinoda)]:
Gonna be somebody (For anybody tellin' me I can't - yeah)
Gonna be someone (For anyone who told me I had no chance)
Gonna be somebody (I'm tellin' you the time has come - like that)
Gonna be someone (And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done - done)

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