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Get Shot

 

Get Shot

(album: A Breukelen Story - 2018)


Yeah
Man
Dikembe
Mutumbo
Yeah

I be the man in front of the fans gandering
Standing in spotlights fam, ya panhandling
Adament, most top tens you been rambling
Running off at the lips big, Pam Anderson
You's a real sad man, play the mandolin
You sitting home like, "should, could" with your wood paneling
Face it, you stuck in the basement and panicking
Stagnant and can't move, a damn mannequin
Everything you do in your life is self-damaging
Drug scrambling, raw sex and gun brandishing
Can't stop, you got shot, the doc bandaging
Meanwhile, I'm in Spain up in a Spanish inn (Woo)
Bad cutie with the tannest skin
Then, we telling the bartender give us ya best brand of gin
Hip-hop's work we got a big advantage in
Ain't rich, not yet, damn, but ya man's managing

Understands we can't be stopped, get blocked
You don't wanna get shot
Read my rap sheet, nigga, cl classics
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Understands we can't be stopped, get blocked
You you don't wanna get shot
Read my rap sheet, nigga, classics
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Anyways, I spit fierce flows so many ways
I been nice since piggy bank, saving my penny days
Before the Hypnotiq, Alizé and Henny craze
Way before Barry Bonds, guess I'm calling this Willie Mays (Willie Mays)
While you sitting, spitting your silly phrase
I been writing and reciting something that really pays
That long list is what man wants outta life
The twist is, God won't hear him until he prays
I'm from a block where there's many strays
Many cats boosting at Jimmy J's
Trying to get 'em something that's hot
So when they walk in the spot, they be shining like semi-glaze
Salt-N-Pepa, BIG, now plenty grays
Gimme Prem, Marcos or gimme Dres
Gimme Pete Rocks or gimme Blaze
Big up Jazz Jeff, he from Philly where Gillie stays

Understands we can't be stopped, get blocked
You don't wan you don't wanna get shot
Read my rap sheet, nigga, cla-classics
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Understands we can't be stopped, get blocked
You don't wan wanna get shot
Read my rap sheet, nigga, cla-classics
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Marco, what up man? It's Shy
You prolly won't get this 'til you land, but yo
I just wanna say, like
What you're doing right now, taking this huge risk
I mean
We always talk about what we'd give up to do this music
And how dope it would be to move to NY, but man
You're actually doing it
Yo, I'm proud of you, bro
Even though some of the homies think you're crazy
You already know I'm rooting for you, man
Anything you need
I'll be right here every step of the way
Time to make hip-hop history, yo

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