Get-U-Now

Lyrics

[Intro] {*BEEP!*} The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man... We're coming to get you, nigga [Verse 1: Zev Love X] I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like Glocks A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety lock Won't get knocked 'cause I avoid the raids Catchin' mad bodies like the AIDS, I used to carry blades Now I'm fully loaded, save the bold shit Tempt me, I'ma empty the whole shit, that's that cold shit And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out I'm stickin' up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out 'Cause my rent's due, fuck with my money I'ma dead you And you can tell the essence X sent you and he meant to cut your throat And may your last breath, wait I got a bullet for your ass wit'cha name and your death date Nigga! [Interlude] There it is - that's what got him I don't know man... [Chorus: Zev Love X & DJ Subroc] I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) [Interlude] {*BEEP!*} The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man... [Verse 2: Zev Love X] I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one 'Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum Stuck on it, I'm settin' it, bring it if you want it And I still got my .22, won't never point it, though I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets So, fuck my mother-in-law, I'm finna run the streets Be the syntax error, delete I live to spin wax, repeat but on beat [Chorus: Zev Love X & DJ Subroc] I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now) [Interlude: Zev Love X] Yo, fuck [?] All right, do it motherfucker, put it in your vest That's what got him I don't know [Verse 3: Zev Love X] I got it: My tool, my utensil To draw lead in that ass like a pencil with a stencil And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer And their mugs all look like Helen Keller but dumber Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery I be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherfucker! I'm rakin' in the dough by the heap (Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete (Buck his ass) The last that you heard of your Jeep as you sleep I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap [Chorus: Zev Love X & DJ Subroc] We gonna Get-U-Now, uh We gonna Get-U-Now, yeah We gonna Get-U-Now, huh We gonna Get-U-Now [Outro: Zev Love X] Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop! You know what the fuck we talkin' about, word is bond And we ghost, C.M.!