Get It In (feat. Paul Wall & Masspike Miles)

Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on

They cook your meals, they haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep

Do not fuck with us

Inkredibles

I live everyday like it's my last

Hustlin' to get this cash

I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

We gonna push to the limit

On the grind 'til the clock stops tickin'

'Cause I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

I just push and push, smokin' purple kush

Every time you look, ridin' 'round with crooks

Is you down with us? This that sound you love

We just loungin', uh, we just stylin', bruh

Hope you crowdin' us, though we sold dope

I got thousands but don't see no hope

In a P-world, ****, it is no joke

'Bout to hit another bank and a store, loc

You don't see the warning post in the store, bro?

Can't let 'em catch a ****, can't go home no more

Gotta carry on, only the strong'll know

What I'm really on, but it's time, the raw should know

We out here thuggin'

Wrong wit'cha, black? Why you out here strugglin'?

Chrome on my lap, I ain't gotta say nothin'

Just go on with the stack

Never seen my face but my name is The Jack

I live everyday like it's my last

Hustlin' to get this cash

I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

We gonna push to the limit

On the grind 'til the clock stops tickin'

'Cause I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

We goin' hard for three days with no sleep

In the streets, I can do this all week

A lot of kush and syrup, my bottle be on steep

So from sun up to sun down, I'm on the creep

I won't stop 'til my casket is six feet

But all the hatin' got me movin' 'round on the street

I ain't goin' places as long as I'm on my feet

But cross the line, make your mama and your wife beat

Jealousy got 'em both out spreadin' lies

Instead of hustlin' they plottin' on my demise

All the while my mind is on cream pies

I'm on the rise, my pockets bigger then Beyonce's thighs

Damn, why they hatin' on a player, mayne?

Fuck 'em all, I'm just tryna get that paper, mayne

And I'ma get it any way that it come

If you lookin' for me I'll be in the streets like a bum

I live everyday like it's my last

Hustlin' to get this cash

I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

We gonna push to the limit

On the grind 'til the clock stops tickin'

'Cause I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

Here I come again with that thunder, mayne

I'm gon' go to jail if they run my name

So I'm outta there with that powder there

Hear some gangsta been in custody and await appeal

Come upstate, in Allah, my faith

On the block with my nigs, up dumb-ass late

Gettin' paper, shook the boys but I barely escape

Eyes wide, not fly, but I'm barely awake

Gettin' high and my memory's fadin' away

But I remember all my **** from back in the day

For my **** ridin' 'round foot, hop in the J

Took a hit from the stick, we was lovin' it, boy

'Til this day I'm the shit and I'm lovin' it, boy

This street shit mine, yeah, they lovin' the boy

A couple suckers act like they don't know me no more

But I never gave a fuck 'cause this shit ain't for you

I live everyday like it's my last

Hustlin' to get this cash

I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

We gonna push to the limit

On the grind 'til the clock stops tickin'

'Cause I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in