Get The Hell On With That Lyrics by Fat Joe

Get The Hell On With That Lyrics

    [fat joe]
    Whoa, whoa, whoa
    All you frontin-ass niggaz
    Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
    Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)
    Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)
    Yo, yo, yo, yo

    Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there?
    These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire
    Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
    Now what it be like?
    You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
    How you cats on your album only three mics?
    Like 'pac shit is funny to me
    All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
    Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone
    Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
    Love my a-t-l bitches, pay my bail bitches
    Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches
    Down-ass hoes that'll grind that dough
    Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
    It's the f-a-t, to the, j-o-e
    Drink cris' with the feds when they come for me
    No cuffs, no guns, they respect a g
    Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh?
    Are you serious?

    [chorus: fat joe]
    If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist
    Walk around all night, same bottle of cris'
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's clothes
    New sass weave and fucked up toes
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

    [armageddon]
    Now all my ladies put your hands up
    Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then you's a hoe
    And no i'm not the one that don't drop the notes
    I only ice the beef and rock the coat
    Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
    Might get a little wheeze and assault, he's wrote
    So get the hell on with that, don't you weave and feel it
    Get the hell on with that, i'm aight i'm chillin
    Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough
    Should've charged me at the door, i woulda let you know
    Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
    Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
    But yo, i ain't never met a chick that was innocent
    They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
    I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
    See me in the video like, "bitch is suckin dick!"

    [chorus: fat joe]
    You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly
    Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
    But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

    [ludacris]
    Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck
    Cause i'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin i'm givin a fuck
    And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack
    Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
    And you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
    Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
    Are headed east - bound, trouble in west other than south
    Cover your chest, they cover your mouth
    I'm goin deep - down dirty indeed, birdies in need
    Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
    But i'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun
    They scatter and run but i'm handlin and havin some fun
    They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
    If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead
    So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted
    And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, biatch

    [chorus: fat joe]
    Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type
    But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam
    We did time in what joint? i don't know you man!
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
    Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

    [fat joe]
    Yeah, haha, t.s., terror
    Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
    Yeah, charlie rock l.d., uhh
    Ton' montana rest in peace, 2001
    Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
    Yeah..

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