DR. AMA - Get It Straight lyrics

rate me

You know it's S.I.C., and we gotta get a plate

Feddi fiends, steady green, got to get it great

Tired niggas better get involved, get in shape

Haters mention me, spell it right, get it straight

If you'se a g, rep your set, love your whore

From cap king worldwide, let's get this shit in the store

Who do it like this, pray I don't fuck with Crys'

Now only thing that shine is the sked on my hip

Keep running your lips, like you Boss Hog or something

I rob you playa, leave you in the morgue or something

S.I. tradition, making niggas swim with the fish

We turn the heat up, we like to scorch it hot in this kitchen

Ya'll niggas is bitches, stop fronting, duke, play ya position

P.Y.P., we lust, gets money and weed

Cause ain't no P.Y.T., gone ride for free

She dealing with me, the above average nigga

Any chick I fuck with, spend cabbage nigga

Live lavish, nigga, my trust gone rugged and sucks

Scuffed Timbs, wifebeaters, sweats oldy as fuck

I'm starving to truck, don't catch me in the back with a duck

And you can, keep the movie, black bury you duck

Let that thang bang, he a snitch, be sure his life your aim clamp

With the copper, the dime dropper, under a strange name

Last month played the same game, real talk

The hustle game changed, find that rich nigga, twist his main frame

For you make that snitch brains hang, dump two inside his main dame

Execute the broad, and watch the lame sing

Wanting to explain reasons why he dropped our game's name

Scream at me, I be tackling like Terry up in these lane's thing

You already know, life's like a game of c-lo

Two choices, bend like a bitch and let your heat blow

OG's told me, boy, get money

Old heat your homeys, may get funny

Remember in this wilderness, wolves get hungry

Better gun me down, you can't sum me

Rock lover, 24/7, block hugger

Black glock rubber, grip tugger, sick fucker

New York, we getting money, and trap it in the south

And Cali-for-ni-a, bought game banging out

New in M-I-A, spit chick Trina out

Before that, how Akinyele say, put it in your mouth

We not hot, we ashes ya'll

Heavier than ten tanks when we mash ya squad

Trash get charged merking the handcrafted card

Haters flossing, ammuninating, need to pass the BAR first

Come out your face, I will blast it off

Other than that, cop the album, the tracks is war

More or less it's that pure you been asking for

You know, hot punchlines over classic bars

We on some S.I.C. gangsta shit, masks and arms

Run in your place of residence, gat slap ya mom

Snatch your valuables, eat up all your snacks and I'm gone

Haxaw, bitch, let me hear you repeat it, it's on

Let's get it straight, I'm a G with a capital G

Couple of little r's, dead stiff, I'd rather you be

Cocking a hammer, 13, chopping bananas

Then kept my head inside the books, cause I was proper with grammar

Now I simply display the story, let it unfold slowly

I do my dirt soly, I ain't looking for no co-d

Cut a nigga quick, have him running with a slow leak

And dip, no DNA left for the police

To get, I'm a smooth that be ain't a cat doing this

Whisper two rounds at your chest, for your foolishness

Send a couple more, wrap them cats that you moving with

Watch how you moving, kid, your life I've been ruining it

I don't give a fuck, I've been tight on some stupid shit

Driving my vehicle through the p's, pumping the newest hits

Scarf on, license got the slammer and the poodle in

This is me, raised by the streets, staying true to it

When I'm in the booth, it's the truth that I move you with

Drop a couple jewels, give you tools to manuever with