Git Sum (Feat. Sean Price)

One] [Wordsworth]:
 Now or never
 [Punchline]:
 We down together
 We the future
 [Wordsworth]:
 Cause what we do now's forever
 Came with a better song
 [Punchline]:
 And never sounded better
 [Wordsworth]:
 Dug deep underground
 [Punchline]:
 Now you found the treasure
 [Stricklin]:
 We 'bout to get a whole mound of cheddar and get 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
 [Punchline]:
 Claim spots
 With this New York rap
 Like Flava Of Love, we bringin' New York back
 Watch the dough stack
 Shit I rip MC's
 Diss me and be an unsolved mystery
 [Wordsworth]:
 Back to back though consistently
 Can't quit, I'mma spit till nobody can exist but me
 At this point can't spit for free
 My daughter need kicks and gifts for under the Christmas tree
 Learn the history
 It's the E
 [Masta Ace]:
 Don't forget MC
 [Stricklin]:
 And y'all dudes ain't really shit to me
 Cause yo, I don't give a fuck about them guns that you not blastin'
 And I don't really care about the checks that you not cashin'
 Or the chicks, you know the ones that you not smashin'
 I'll fuck around and punk all you cats and I'm not Ashton
 I'm a brand new pair of Tims, I'm high fashion
 I'm takin' everything that I want and I'm not askin'
 [Masta Ace]:
 I got passion, that's why I do what I does
 Timberland beef and brocs while your crews into Lugs
 And you can stop doin' them drugs
 Fall back, be easy
 East coast, NYC, Mid Weezy
 [Punchline]:
 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 Juelz/jewels than Santana
 Rob a bank with no mask and wave at the camera
 [Wordsworth]:
 Raisin' the standards, our phrases and grammar
 [Punchline]:
 PA to Atlanta
 VA to Havana
 [Wordsworth]:
 They waitin' to ban us
 Raisin' a hand up
 [Punchline]:
 Amazed and they amped up
 They praise and they stand up
 [Wordsworth]:
 Like Nate when he slam dunks
 [Punchline]:
 Battle, put a grand up
 Feel me though
 I get dough your style trash
 I fathered your style, you a son/Sun like Steve Nash
 I get cash
 Opposed, get slowed down so
 [Masta Ace]:
 Let's go
 [Verse Two] [Sean Price]:
 Get some of this
 Yeah, Sean Price lyricist of the year with a spliff and a beer
 When the piff in the air, the smoke alarm go off
 I smoke more than Snoop, I'm such a fuckin' show off? Mr. Wonderful rap shit
 Tao Kwon Do flow off the wall, I back flip
 Piss mattress gymnastic, Ruck is 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 would have a sunroof top
 I'm ready to do, whatever I do
 Like break the head off your shoulder I'll Freddy your do
 Take it back like wearing 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
 [Masta Ace]:
 Let's go, get some
 Let's go, come on then