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Kevin Gates

Get In The Way

 

Get In The Way

(album: Pick Of Da Litter - 2007)


If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away

Last time I checked, I wasn't soft on these streets
Bled and fought, win, lose, or draw on these streets
Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets
Open shopping, hotels
Serve raw on these streets
Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one
Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow's got one
Eating when they sleeping
Feeding my aggression
Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure
Lyrically inclined I post and represent
Shit no, sick flow
Throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon
Young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent

Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go
I say, might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go

If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away

2002, close case
I shot him in the face (no surrender, me no run away)
I couldn't get at the nigga, so I made it my point to get at his bitch
Check me out, look
Up in sovereign when I saw you dancing
Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting
She telling me she feelin my Jamaican accent
So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in

She pulling on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova
I'm send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova
She pulling on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova
I'm send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova

We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday

Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go
I say, might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go

If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
...

done

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