Gotta Get It (Vol. 4)

Lyrics

[Intro: Nu Jerzey Twork] Right here is where I go black And I still don't know how to go back BC The NoiseMaker [Hook: Nu Jerzey Twork] I gotta get it, I gotta get it They talkin' Ghosts and I drive a Honda Civic, how terrific I know for every action I got consequences But I'm 'bout to hit a lick, I'm askin' God forgiveness Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Please, Lord, forgive me But I'm goin' for it like I'm 4th and inches Bustin' triggers, bust some killas, even bust some trippin' I'm doin' jail time if I get more specific Up the pistol Yeah, it's all hail to Jesús All hell gon' break loose if y'all don't give up the chicken I don't fuck up a mission I don't need your permission I only let you out this bitch alive on one condition [Verse 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] Let's talk some business, ayy Let's talk some digits, ayy We gon' do this professional, start to finish Shooters wit' pride, black Denali Killers inside, ruin the vibe Who are these guys? Tinted, blinds on 'em, you don't know who is inside I got some moves I could hit I got some goons in this bitch They just got some tools, they ain't got no shoes, they ain't got no food in the fridge You ain't got no clue what it is They ain't got no moves, just to live They ain't got no loot, that's how they grew they ain't got no roof on they head These niggas ain't playin' 'round Gunshot they favorite sound These niggas that'll come through, one-two, pat-pat-pat-pat lay shit down Ain't nobody gon' say shit now This Piru gang get down When we slide through face the ground Get stomped Kirk Franklin-style [Hook: Nu Jerzey Twork] I gotta get it, I gotta get it They talkin' Ghosts and I drive a Honda Civic, how terrific I know for every action I got consequences But I'm 'bout to hit a lick, I'm askin' God forgiveness Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Please, Lord, forgive me But I'm goin' for it like I'm 4th and inches Bustin' triggers, bust some killas, even bust some trippin' I'm doin' jail time if I get more specific Up the pistol Yeah, it's all hail to Jesús All hell gon' break loose if y'all don't give up the chicken I don't fuck up a mission I don't need your permission I only let you out this bitch alive on one condition [Verse 2: Rum Nitty] Keep 50 in the clip (brrrt!) Gene Simmons it's a lick (RN) Tell the plug I need a duffel of 'em, bitch I'mma do him like Mitch Only scared of goin' broke (broke) Eviction notice on the door (RN) We gon' slide, 10:45, bro hit the lights, drive slow (skrrt!) Pull up, hop out (hop out) We don't clean house wit' the mop out (mop out) What's the combination? Compound I don't get full cooperation? Bla-kow! Niggas starvin' wit' .8 You flossin' and right now you look like a plate (look like a plate) Might send my lil' bitch, niggas think wit' they dick so I know he gon' fall for the bait (fall for the bait!) Hol' up, it's a stick-up (Hol' up!) Might run up in your spot wit' the stick up (stick up) Make the wrong move, you'll get hit up (hit up) Your life on the line - don't slip up (brrrt!) Mask down, creep low (creep low) Now I got the .50 on the peephole (peephole) Take a nigga shit like repo (repo) You don't give it up, then the heat go [Hook: Nu Jerzey Twork + Geechi Gotti] I gotta get it, I gotta get it They talkin' Ghosts and I drive a Honda Civic, how terrific I know for every action, I got consequences But I'm 'bout to hit a lick, I'm askin' God forgiveness Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Please, Lord, forgive me But I'm goin' for it like I'm 4th and inches Bustin' triggers, bust some killas, even bust some trippin' I'm doin' jail time if I get more specific Up the pistol Yeah, it's all hail to Jesús All hell gon' break loose if y'all don't give up the chicken I don't fuck up a mission Mafia I don't need your permission Yeah I only let you out this bitch alive on one condition [Verse 3: Geechi Gotti] Yeah Give it all up (yeah) Bitch, don't do no funny shit I'll blow ya mu'fuckin' brains out, and that's on Nutty Crip (I'll blow ya brains out, bitch) Mask on, gloves on, we look like snowboarders (yeah) Pile it all up in trash bags just like the show Hoarders (mmm) Oh, this nigga think I'm playin'? I'mma get to sprayin' (I ain't playin', nigga) Put the gun in his mouth, can't understand shit he sayin' "Please, Dear Lord-" Well, I guess he prayin' Jerooz, leave him on the floor, shit, I guess he stayin' All hail to Jesús, all hail to Jesús Get the scope, boy, I got a clear shot: yeah, this some Grey Goose (blat!) Hey, you, don't make a fuckin' sound - you better play mute Or get introduced to your God like this your debut [Hook: Nu Jerzey Twork] I gotta get it, I gotta get it They talkin' Ghosts and I drive a Honda Civic, how terrific I know for every action, I got consequences But I'm 'bout to hit a lick, I'm askin' God forgiveness Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me Please, Lord, forgive me But I'm goin' for it like I'm 4th and inches Bustin' triggers, bust some killas, even bust some trippin' I'm doin' jail time if I get more specific Up the pistol Yeah, it's all hail to Jesús All hell gon' break loose if y'all don't give up the chicken I don't fuck up a mission I don't need your permission I only let you out this bitch alive on one condition