Get Over It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Face the Pharaoh] Real man, big boy, what's the deal, man? Gonna hustle hard even if it kills man Never gonna give up 'til I make a mil', man Put your hand up, all my people, if you feel, man If times get hard, I might haffi peel man Got no choice, gotta pay the bills, man Killer mind and my heart's made of steel, man Listened this sound, I felt ill, man I am, 'cause you are my people All capable, all made equal The mic is my weapon so I'm lethal Essentials come like the Beatles I am, 'cause you are my people All capable, all made equal The mic is my weapon so I'm lethal Essentials come like the Beatles [Verse 2: N.E] I'm a creepy crawler, night time baller Daytime shotta, scams, N.E's turned to bank robber Full-time MC, part-time chopper Right-hand man but left-hand shooter Never hold back, just pull the trigger When they're dead, extract that liver We'll take the package and deliver WWW dot got shoob up Mic check, give that to me Hold this and get Remerdee, what? Give that to me What you got, blud? Give that to me Chops? Chains? Give that to me Anything I've got, I get cut lately [?] take me lightly, what? Give that to me [Chorus: Remerdee] Got papers? Get over it Haters? Get over it Avirex? Get over it Now, what's next? Get over it Stop, get over it I flopped? Get over it Nah, I think not, get over it I'm too hot, get over it Got papers? Get over it Haters? Get over it Avirex? Get over it Now, what's next? Get over it Stop, get over it I flopped? Get over it Nah, I think not, get over it I'm too hot, get over it [Verse 3: ?] Yo, S to the E to the T-E-R Setting it off for all the ravers Money-makers, drug takers, big players Don't give a fuck, yo, I hate them haters Trying to watch your grands When they see you close, they wanna nudge your hand Yo, that's all part of their plan, flex like they're one of the mans Think they're smart but nah fooling no man You better fix up quick, catch my drift Gambinos are rolling forfeit Garage Essentials and the clique You know we got styles to make the crowd flip Get over it Get over it Get over it All you motherfuckers, get over it [Verse 4: Remerdee] You're messing with a terrorist, enuh Got no bullets, gonna pull that trigger Newcomer, getting bigger Six zeros, lovely figure True [?] stars, we're really better Got more news, gonna make another And another 'til I'm top Badboy, yeah, I'm never gonna stop Whoa, I'm trying to make big dough So I'm gonna make more promos and When you bump into me on road, yo Explode, it's bound to get flip mode Brr, going on just too cold Too many tings get jacked and sold I'm living my father's role My ancestors' role; we looked for gold [Chorus: Remerdee] Got papers? Get over it Haters? Get over it Avirex? Get over it Now, what's next? Get over it Stop, get over it I flopped? Get over it Nah, I think not, get over it I'm too hot, get over it Got papers? Get over it Haters? Get over it Avirex? Get over it Now, what's next? Get over it Stop, get over it I flopped? Get over it Nah, I think not, get over it I'm too hot, get over it [Verse 5: Pepper?] Put your hands up and salute Big boy Essentials doubling like a troop We don't shot, we just shoot Some man get nuked like [?], it ain't no fluke Use the force just like Luke They're jumping out of planes without a parachute Execute, spray MCs like Bruce And victory tastes like fruit Big man pon mic, no time for the yout' If you chat shit then it won't compute Silence, put your headsets on mute If you wanna battle me, you will get the boot For shizzle, my nizzle, words come like Snoop Million dollar dream, yo, I've gotta make the loot Pass me the Rizzle, let me bill up a zoot Coming in like the wind blows straight from a flute [Verse 6: K Dot Kidman] Who I am? Badder MC by the name of Kidman Repping my land, what? South London Not a rudeboy, what? Not a badman, what? I'm a man, worst, I know I can [?] when I'm on the mic stand Test any rude brudda wanna try come Draw for the mic and get done, end of the conversation What? Stop, quick, breeze, run Take a step back and I'll blow like a bomb Jump on the riddim like a bullet from a gun Some say Kidman the chosen one Lyrical kid, I'm the prodigal son Hot like the sun, nah, heavy like a ton Or [?] Mic in my hand ah my deadly weapon [Chorus: Remerdee] Got papers? Get over it Haters? Get over it Avirex? Get over it Now, what's next? Get over it Stop, get over it I flopped? Get over it Nah, I think not, get over it I'm too hot, get over it Got papers? Get over it Haters? Get over it Avirex? Get over it Now, what's next? Get over it Stop, get over it I flopped? Get over it Nah, I think not, get over it I'm too hot, get over it