Get Me (feat. Littles & Noyd) - Dirty

(Get me) uh-huh
 (They pretty) uh-huh
 (Wit' me) uh-huh
 (It's crispy) yeah
 Whoo!
 Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
 Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire
 Your wife is gettin' curious homie, you better hide her
 Keep it gully baby boy, share that
 Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at
 Niggaz only mad 'cause they asses can't rap
 Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
 Yeah, sealed signed delivered, Anthrax
 You got a thousand niggaz, I'll do numbers with half that
 Catch me wildin' out with a mami in Club Black
 Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed (yeah)
 If it's something I'm feelin' you runnin' that
 And we don't let a thing slide, baby, what's up with that?
 Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped
 Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
 Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
 Slide you some hot shit, nigga, it's a wrap
 See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
 But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)
 See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)
 Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)
 Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy, son
 Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
 So for the .9, I got beef for days
 Y'all want it wit' us, don't get carried away
 Call the coroner (yo)
 A closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
 I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk through them
 Either you shook or your .9 spray
 You got a row of 16 and a clip, one in the head around my way
 Fuck with my money, you be shot the fuck-up
 The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck-up
 Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck-up
 When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck-up
 There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
 15, get money, livin' frozen out
 You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
 Before I show you what the .9 or 380 like
 Want beef? Motherfucker, come and get me
 All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
 Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat
 Think different, the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece
 See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
 But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)
 See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)
 Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy) (aiyyo, hey, hey)
 Look, I walk around with my pound in a glass
 Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
 How I roll? Why would you ask?
 Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
 I know you all roll with the boys with the badge
 That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie, I just laugh
 From the ave, where snitches get blast
 They say, "No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs like that"
 I say, "Homie, you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last"
 I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
 Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin' a TEC
 Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the deck
 Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
 We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
 We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
 It's deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms
 See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
 But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)
 See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)
 Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)
 Yeah, you all niggaz pussy, son
 Y'all not known for bustin' them guns (nope)
 So for the .9, I got beef for days (you get outta here)
 Y'all want it wit' us, don't get carried away (fuck outta here)
 Call the coroner
 I'm tellin' you it's somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
 They bloodthirsty for that rap music yo
 It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
 They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for sho'
 More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
 Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
 All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
 E'ry time we drop a new one, the streets gon' go
 Straight berserk, 'cause we don't play with that there (uh-huh)
 They know it's safe to spend they money over here
 E'ry time they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
 That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
 Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam them
 They know it's safe to spend they doe over here (right here, right here)
 Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast
 Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack
 See the cats in the whips wanna (get me) (uh-huh)
 But I got the pounds and them .9's (they pretty)
 See me on the streets, them gorillas they (wit' me)
 Bills in the pockets, know them things is (crispy)
 Yeah, you all niggaz pussy, son
 Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
 So for the '9, I got beef for days
 Y'all want it wit' us, don't get carried away
 Call the coroner