That’s What You Get

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's a hot sunny day in the L-B-C It's me, the H-E-L-D-A-N, to the Z Straight flippin' the script on the strip so come equipped Wit' yo' .9 and yo' extra clip 'Cause every single day in my hood it's on Now how would you feel with this nina to your dome? You gone! For fuckin' with them BG's, fuckin' with the small guys Now you got black eyes and your punk ass realize That you can't - fuck wit' us little niggas no more We goin' loony, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled? By an loony BG hittin' hard as steel, so chill For a second while I wreck it on this track (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back) And um, you don't want to see me when I flip So don't be fuckin' wit' us little niggas—we ain't to be fucked wit' [Chorus] That's what you get That's what you get (Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas—they ain't to be fucked wit') That's what you get That's what you get (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back) That's what you get That's what you get (Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas—they ain't to be fucked wit') That's what you get That's what you get (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back) [Verse 2] Now, just the other day a fool tried to trip He ran up in my face, so I banked him in his lip I had to show him I was small, but I was a hog And then he ran up in my face again, I broke his fuckin' jaw, y'all He hit the motherfuckin' ground And the whole pound gathered all around and put the motherfuckin' stomp down Now, how do you feel punk nigga? I'm standin' over you wit' my finger on my trigger Figure that you crazy jump up and get smoke like a joint And Half Dead'll straight prove his point To a nigga, a bitch, or a snitch, leave a motherfucker stitched In the bottom of a ditch, if he switch Up on a nigga from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H I make you in the gate, while my skills elevate And when you hit it, you better hit it quick And don't be fuckin' wit' us little niggas—we ain't to be fucked wit' [Chorus] That's what you get That's what you get (Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas—they ain't to be fucked wit') That's what you get That's what you get (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back) That's what you get That's what you get (Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas—they ain't to be fucked wit') That's what you get That's what you get (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back) [Dialouge] Yeah, this song goes out to all you big niggas who be tryin' to punk us little niggas We ain't goin' out like that no mo', this 9 fizzo Really doe, big baby [Verse 3] Well the Eastside of L-B-C takes no slack If you fuck wit' a nigga you'll get put on your back So I advise you to ride wit' yo' eyes wide When you creepin' and crawlin', through the motherfuckin' Eastside 'Cause if a nigga catch you slippin', he will have your head So listen up close to this nigga Half Dead And I'm tellin' you this from experience 'Cause now in 1994, all these big niggas is fearin' us Loony ass nigga from the L-B-C 'Cause nowadays, none of you niggas can't fuck wit' me, see? And if you really, really wanna trip I would leave seventeen stitches in yo' upper lip To let you know I got it goin' on 'Cause I can kick this funky shit like all night long And when I do it, I do it quick And don't fuck wit' us little niggas—we ain't to be fucked wit' [Chorus] That's what you get That's what you get (Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas—they ain't to be fucked wit') That's what you get That's what you get (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back) That's what you get That's what you get (Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas—they ain't to be fucked wit') That's what you get That's what you get (The niggas who talk shit get put on they back)