Gotta Get Dat (The Ambition Suite)

Lyrics

[Intro] Somebody in the house say, "Yeah" If y'all really like to rock the funky beats, somebody in the house scream, "Hell yeah!" Say "Hoooooo!" Say "Hoooooo!" Say "Hoooooo!" Say "Hoooooo!" [Verse 1: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] The fourth member can it be? Little Brother's extended family Adopted to drop this Coca Cola classic Bout to blow this rap shit Gone away, a Chucky doll, you wanna play? Red headed, that Jeff Goldblum shit? Leg said it One of the best to date A cannibal eatin' a meal off your chest plate For great nourishment, for the sake of embarrassment Leave this rap thing alone I'll be the last king on the throne, royalty Bit the fruit, the apple spoiled me Bad McIntosh in the bunch Tear sheets of the tablet off of knitted pumps But don't sweat the technique I tear flesh off beats down to the pink Almost drown when I think, leads beneath the sea The difference between VHS & DVD See the details, see me re-bel Revolutionary, the last breathin' poet Couldn't touch me with a rhyme even if I wrote it The death of thoughts in a baby's head Figure four ma, left y'all Crazy Legs I Rock Steadily, who ever thought of testin' me? The epitome, lyrically The Listening, you hearin' me? The Listening, you hearin' me? [Hook] (Say hooooo!) Ayo, we gotta get it (Come on) (Say hooooo!) Fuck y'all, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) J-League, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) Fuck that, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh] I put pens to paper, my thoughts a well executed caper Droppin' giants like sky scrapers Block Buster deals, spinnin' wheels for these merges The world love to take people urges And turn them into fixations, why you think we got PlayStations? Everybody needs a vacation Even niggas hatin', or dick ridas with they jaws hangin' The birds chirpin' and they stay fakin' I ain't your average nigga A realist, 5-10, when the weather's bliss 240 when the hunger hits A couple plus if I submit Currency helps my pants fit, I stay saggin' Dyin' to hop on NC's wagon The seats takin' and we ain't draggin' Your girl know cause she stay braggin' Talkin' bout she ain't givin' a wop Well we'll see when the album drop [Hook] (Say hooooo!) Ayo. we gotta get it (Come on) (Say hooooo!) Fuck y'all, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) Yo, J-League, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) Fuck that, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it [Verse 3: Phonte] Don't come around me if your lyrics is weak When I spit for the streets, I rhyme outlaw In my former life, ran with Dillinger's peeps Still refuse to sell my spirit to eat Promoters on that bullshit better get us now while niggas is cheap While I'm just tryin' to write rhymes and listen to beats Go to work, pay my bills and put Dillon to sleep Not a veggie altercation, this legitimate beef Bitch niggas sold us out but I kept the receipts And extension files from 'em, revenge is a motherfucker Payback is a bitch, and pain is the bastard child of 'em And we gonna hurt niggas, awww, god damn it she gonna hurt niggas That's what y'all get for tryin' to jerk niggas And work niggas screamin' out, "Peace." Killin' hip hop in the southeast, I'm aimin' at y'all mouthpiece Slowly makin' me a mean nigga Cause cats be back stabbin', like Eddie Levert playin' the Scream killer And you ain't seen iller than this It's Phonte, L.E.G.A.C.Y. and Pooh drop definitive shit Remember truth that I'm seekin' with y'all If I sound upset, that's just my ambition speakin' to y'all Bitch ass niggas [Hook] (Say hooooo!) Ayo. we gotta get it (Come on) (Say hooooo!) Fuck y'all, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) Yo, J-League, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) Fuck that, we gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it (Say hooooo!) We gotta get it