Styles Of Beyond - Get It Lyrics

Send "Get It" ringtone to your cell

Ryu and Tak, Demigodz

Green Lantern, Scoop DeVille

This kid is only seventeen, man

He's about to be a problem

So let's get right to it and groove

Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move

Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene

You know we kill it, goin' all out, we about to get it

Yo, it's in my blood, I was born to spit it

The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of winter

Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner

We huddle together and grind, rain or shine

Survive the weather, forget about changing spinners

Throw me a bone, I'm just tryin' to raise my litter

It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker

So when the heat's on we don't get pre-game jitters, uh-uh

We go to work man, diggin' in dirt, we took 'em to church

We're checkin' in some teenage strippers

Livin' life by the seat of my pants and threepeated, we champs

Undefeated we can't lose ever whoever wanted with us

Better roll with a camp you trust to cover your ass when your asses can't

Huh, so bottom's up, here's one for the crew

Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, sing it

Lyrics provided by http://www.kovideo.net/

Source - http://www.kovideo.net/get-it-lyrics-styles-of-beyond-1266607.html

S, for every sucker left behind

O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme

B, best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S, for the drunk sexy women

O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it

B, best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it

So let's get right to it and groove

Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move

Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene

You know we kill it, goin' all out, we about to get it

Wow, look at 'em now, their mouths are closed

We done came a long way since 2004

Spilled "Bleach", got the whole entire crowd exposed

The fumes leakin' in the street, throwin' down them bones

Whoa, we on the job, the one with the mob

The fake facades to get it just to make new large

I roll a seven to nine just to break the yards

And step in your mind and unfold the great bizarre

Hit the kill switch, yeah, found my hitch

I'm on the pitcher's mound for now, it's me and Will Smith

Finally overseas, I sneak in the mattress

Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent

We out gettin' bent makin' dollar amounts

So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots, say it

S, for every sucker left behind

O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme

B, best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S, for the drunk sexy women

O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it

B, best believe when it's time to get it

We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it

So let's get right to it and groove

Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move

Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene

You know we kill it, goin' all out, we about to get it

Hey Yo Wat This Is Ryu From S.O.B Fort Minor In The Mother Fukin House

This Is Get It Off The Fort Minor Mixtape,

Demigodz In The House Proffesional

Send "Get It" ringtone to your cell