Git Sum Songtext
von eMC

Now or never, we down together
We the future, cause what we do now is forever
Came with a better sound, and never sounded better
Dug deep underground, now you found the treasure
We ′bout to get a whole mound of cheddar, and make our name hot
Get it poppin' and stop standin′ in the same spot
The money worth it but the fame not
It only give you grief and get you in more beef than Game got
Claim spots, with this New York rap
And like Flavor of Love, we bringin' New York back
Watch the dough stack, shit I rip emcees
Diss me and be an unsolved mystery
Back to back, flow consistently
Can't quit, I′mma spit ′til nobody can exist but me
At this point can't spit for free
My daughter need kicks and gifts, put under the Christmas tree
Learn the history, it′s the E, don't forget Emcee
And y′all dudes ain't really shit to me
Cause yo, I don′t give a fuck 'bout them guns that you not blastin'
And I don′t really care ′bout them checks that you not cashin'


Or the chicks, you know the ones that you not smashin′
I fuck around and punk all you cats and I'm not Ashton
I′m a brand new pair of Timbs, I'm high fashion
I′m takin' everything that I want, and I'm not askin′
I got passion, that′s why I do what I does
Timberland beef and brocs while your crew into Lugz
And need to stop doin' them drugs, fall back be easy
East coast N.Y.C., mid Weezy
Believe me, we steal the show, straight thieve it
Like Magic, you say you ill but I don′t see it
Believe it, drop more jewels than Santana
Rob a bank with no mask and wave at the camera
Raisin' the standards, our phrases and grammar
PA to Atlanta, VA to Havana
They waitin′ to ban us, raisin' a hand up
Amazed and they amped up, they praise and they stand up
Like Nate when he slam dunks, battle put a grand up
Feel me though, I get dough, your style trash
I fathered your style, you a son like Steve Nash
I get cash, oppose get slowed down so
Let′s go, get some, let's go, come on now

Get some of this
Yeah, Sean Price lyricist of the year
With the spliff and the beer, when the, piff in the air
The smoke alarm go off
I smoke more than Snoop I'm such a fuckin′ showoff
Paul Orndorff, Mr. Wonderful rap shit
Taekwondo flow off the wall I backflip
Piss mattress gymnastics, rugged the hood type
Five on the black hand side like what it look like
Yo, Sean don′t care about the ones you got
If I did then your head'd have a sunroof top
I′m, ready to do whatever I do
Like kick your head off your shoulder a la Freddie Adu
Take it back like, wearin' Pro Keds on the stoop
But upgraded like, throw the infrared at your group
Niggas wanna see the veteran flop
I put out, Monkey Barz now niggas say I′m better than Rock
P!

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