Get 'em Daddy (Remix) [feat. Hell Rell, JR Writer & Jim Jones]

See, the problem is, I ain't goin' nowhere

Can shoot at me, can stab at me

Take your best shot

Suck a dick, no homo

DipSet, remix, let's go

My flow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)

I got hella cain, MAC in the melon range

Hop out and shells exchange

I wanna see these **** die, die, make they moms feel hella pain

Walk around like I got a broom in my pants

Nah, that's a fuckin' AK, heavy tool in my pants, damn

Man these cowards better stay in they lane

And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame

VVS's stay in my chain, they in my ring

You must of wrote your will already if you’re sayin our names

Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter

You hung with the girls, you double dutch or hula-hooper

Hop skip and jumpin, block clickin' and jumpin'

Glock clickin' and dumpin', it's the mighty dips

Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone ****

Ya sight blown, right-o, my white stones glitter

Left hand bling, the right one shiver

Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture

The white stone flipper

That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo, mister

The psycho sicker

That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller

This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best

No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the 'jects

You rappin' indirect

But it's lookin' like a movie shoot

How they sendin all these damn actors at the set

It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)

Soul ****, they sick and flabby

Young, fly, rich, and every **** with me pack heat

Somebody snappin' pictures at me

Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me

The cash the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's

Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee

My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer

And ya boy stay fly like he was dressin' for Easter

The big Pachorte, Capo the Jefe

Packin' 4-4 court case to drop on expressway

Its DipSet Byrdgang, we fly high

And chart the G-4, we gettin' high in the sky

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund

Paul Atkins, ha ha, who they think they car jackin'?

You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump

They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front

See ya dude react, Hud 6 threw me back, a few they clapped

But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks

I ain't see stars, I'm a G, pa

Threw the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the ER

Had to make it hot

Feel like Pac, I know it's set up

Them old **** know I'm 'bout to take they spot

Ain't no A.B., I.O.U

Y.B. That'll get 'em up in I.C.U.

Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off GP

Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.

DOA. if you short up on my PC

C-74 switched 'em over to PC

Like Chuck D, we the '06 PE

Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 GT

All about them G's B, we the BG

Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P., see

Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P.

You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee

Get 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie

'Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny, Johnny

Honey smile, don't act funny style

In one ear, yeah, yeah, 220 thou'