Get Outta Town

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. SP12ver ft. A-Butta, BEN.Y., A.L. (All Lyrics), and Wordsworth - "Get Outta Town" [Emcee(s): A-Butta, BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco), and A.L. (All Lyrics)] [Producer(s): SP12ver (AKA Kenny Diaz)] [Hook: Wordsworth] [Verse 1: A-Butta] I drink Henny with Ali' from NE to Cali, my team Rally with medallions on their neck, my queen Jump upon your pawns and bomb your set, it's like A chess game, money and moves, a hundred-proof and cran- -berry juice. Let me explain: I'm mad twisted Get smacked with the black biscuit. Bags of hash got My ass lifted, I spit raps within a half-minute Spontaneous, blazing the traum, carve my alias On every stage I perform, make 'em say, "What type Of shit that nigga A be on?" I'm way beyond, create New songs, bomb-ass flows, bomb-ass clothes Bomb-ass shows—yo, yo, you know how that go—word [Hook: Wordsworth] (x2) You don't know what it's like to be around here Fights without the gun and knife, it might sound fair Pussy niggas lie with a straight face Quick to snitch but they lie how they hate jakes Get out of town and don't stay late Don't stay around the way, you better vacate [Verse 2: BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco)] Ayyo, my life just Flew by, I'm peeping through my son's blue eyes, but keeping Two fives two weeks from the first of July, don't know Why I speak true lies, sleep with two wives Everybody think their crew live, one move and you die, but thank The Lord for no open sores. Committing draws, rob in this war I've never gone raw, so, money, run yours Get tossed from buddha spots, blocks that maneuver Glocks Bacar' dark for all the sharpshooters with Rugers cocked, mad Strangers with loaded chambers to rearrange ya Releasing anger, now we're repping New York like the Rangers Endangered species, only peace is to rest in pieces Some niggas' thesis: leave 'em stiff in their piss and feces Cream stacked in layers thanks for all our answered prayers The hustlers and the players and the customers that pay us Clips positioned, filled with mad potential ammunition One's for the temple, two for the central nervous system And it's been hard on the boulevard, now it's worse Prepare the hearse, see who swore to see God first [Hook: Wordsworth] (x2) You don't know what it's like to be around here Fights without the gun and knife, it might sound fair Pussy niggas lie with a straight face Quick to snitch but they lie how they hate jakes Get out of town and don't stay late Don't stay around the way, you better vacate [Verse 3: A.L. (All Lyrics)] Yo, yo, I'm in The land of man filled with lies and fakes Thieves on fire escapes that desire the papes prior To jake, most 'em getting tired of wakes. I Admire the great, for the messiah await, but I'm Losing pace, can't end the struggles in this human race Consuming waste, eating meat, it's like I'm using base Barred for seasons from the Garden of Eden Hard to reason, I wish the Lord could pardon my skeezing Many mistakes made me write the truth. Was it Really a snake that made me bite the fruit? Who gave The cop the right to shoot? Why do we fight the youth? Feeble minds need sight for proof. We need To regulate, dedicate, educate, meditate Elevate, delegate, let's get it straight. Instead Feds wanna segregate, separate, cut off The Medicaid, see us dead in waves. I'm dropping Jewels, so don't get it late. Shocking fools, entering Minds to renovate. In this gun war I'm dumbing out to blast faster, kicking Rhymes 'til I hit my last chapter—what? [Hook: Wordsworth] (x2) You don't know what it's like to be around here Fights without the gun and knife, it might sound fair Pussy niggas lie with a straight face Quick to snitch but they lie how they hate jakes Get out of town and don't stay late Don't stay around the way, you better vacate