โหลดเพลง mp3 Get The Hell On With That (feat. Ludacris & Armageddon) - Ludacris

Get The Hell On With That - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
Whoa whoa whoa

All you frontin-a** niggaz
Callin all frontin-a** b**ches hahahaha
Yo get the hell on with that (say what say what what )
Get the hell on with that (say what say what what )
Yo yo yo yo

Why you over there lookin at me while my girl standin there
These b**ches actin like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like
You confused man that sh*t dont even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics
Like pac sh*t is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasnt f**kin with me
Now ni**a get it on soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my a-t-l b**ches pay my bail b**ches
Type to let you f**k but never tell b**ches
Down-a** hoes thatll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat em down to a pulp
Its the f-a-t to the j-o-e
Drink cris with the feds when they come for me
No cuffs no guns they respect a g
Number one with a slug what you expect from me huh
Are you serious

If you see a ni**a frontin fake sh*t on his wrist
Walk around all night same bottle of cris
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
If you see a b**ch frontin in her best friends clothes
New sass weave and f**ked up toes
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami if you f**k for dough then yous a hoe
And no Im not the one that dont drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and assault hes wrote
So get the hell on with that dont you weave and feel it
Get the hell on with that Im aight Im chillin
Chicken neck-a** b**ch tryna palm the dough
Shouldve charged me at the door I woulda let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy mo
Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo
But yo I aint never met a chick that was innocent
They all f**k some eat some never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like b**ch is suckin dick
You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs he dont pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Yo every time you smoke dude puff your dro
But when its time to go cop he aint got no dough
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin em luck
Cause Im bout to make em break a leg thinkin Im givin a f**k
And you catch a beat - down bottles is breakin craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked

And you hear the street - sound hitters and runners
Killers and gunners winter to summer the niggaz that want us
Are headed east - bound trouble in west other than south
Cover your chest they cover your mouth
Im goin deep - down dirty indeed birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
But Im bout to reach - round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but Im handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed up under the spread
If it aint then it aint no wonder you dead
So go to sleep - now throats is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit biatch
Yo yo all these niggaz that claim thug like theyre the type
But when its time to go to war they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Got this clown runnin around like hes my fam
We did time in what joint I dont know you man
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Get the hell on with that - say what say what what
Yeah haha t s terror
Get the hell on with that get the hell on with that
Yeah charlie rock l d uhh
Ton montana rest in peace 2001
Get the hell on with that get the hell on with that
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