Get-U-Now - KMD

The fuck was that man?

That shit blew my head man…

We’re coming to get you, nigga

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 rage

Catchin' mad bodies like the AIDS

I used to carry blades

Now I’m fully loaded, save the bold shit

Tempt me, I’mma 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’mma dead you

And you can tell the accents X sent you

And he meant to cut your throat

And maim your last breath, wait

I got a bullet for your ass wit’cha name and your death date

Nigga!

There it is — that’s what got him

I don’t know man…

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)

The fuck was that man?

That shit blew my head man…

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

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)

Yo, fuck

All right, do it motherfucker, put it in your vest

That’s what got him

I don’t know

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 they 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

We gonna Get-U-Now, uh

We gonna Get-U-Now, yeah

We gonna Get-U-Now, huh

We gonna Get-U-Now

Nigga!

Fucka, uhh, watch you drop!

You know what the fuck we talkin' about, word is bond

And we ghost, C.M.