You Can Get The Gat For That

You can get the gat for this And you can get the gat for that You can get the gat for this And you can get the gat for that You can get the gat for this And you can get the gat for that You can get the gat for this And you can get the gat for that You can get the gat for this And you can get the gat for that Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I don't give a f**k, I'm just a nigga stayin' high So why do you roll with a strap on ya side 'Cause these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die Just a young nigga and I wanna my cash on So why do you roll with a strap on ya side 'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on It goes one for the treble, two for the funk Time to get my motherf**kin' 12 gauge pump I blast off like N.A.S.A, as I rolls right past ya Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like Casper I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz For them bootsie motherf**kers that be ridin' around Hidin' around the corner, tryin' to get a motherf**ker down Wearin' his Adams apple like a f**kin' snapple Dismantle motherf**kers and hear they bodies crackle Laugh like a jackal as I tackle they a*s With a fury of them buckshots, crackin' they mask Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer You can get the gat for that kidnap your mama The big mack from the Itty-Bitty city Niggaz actin' shitty so I licks 'em with my nitty Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I don't give a f**k, I'm just a nigga stayin' high So why do you roll with a strap on ya side 'Cause these playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I'm just a young nigga and I'm tryin' to get my cash on So why do you roll with a strap on ya side 'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on Stick that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra Large As we pull some niggaz car up out his own garage I stack them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a sardines Two thousand dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say 187, comin' wicked leavin' black much day I don't be f**kin' with them niggaz who be shady and shit Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a Hindu to sip on Trip on this nigga that's leavin' 'em dead in the alley What's your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some See mosta these niggaz up in my set, we bustin' dum-dums My Uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out, f**k a title bout I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt 'Cause I ain't playin', fightin' is f**kin' around I'd rather bust and leave your a*s six feet up under ground Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I don't give a f**k, I'm just a nigga stayin' high So why do you roll with a strap on ya side 'Cause playin' hatin' niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I'm just a young nigga and I wanna get my cash on So why do you roll with a strap on ya side 'Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on Yeah, it's the G-Motherf**kin' Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga They got me lookin' up over my shoulder now man I gotta a strap, I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me Bitches snitchin', heh, it really ain't the same But um, Spice told me once Him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me That I can get the strap for this And that I can get the strap for that And that's what the f**k I'm gone do I'm out this bitch man