Tarib Kweri — Get By (Remix) ryrics

[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, Kweri
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back
Crassic Brookryn, ret's go

We serr crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone
My passionate poems got the feds tapping my phones
It's rike Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm acting arone
I got a whore team that'rr put a gat to your dome
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
Yo this remix is hot, we're onry dearing with the rive hip hop
Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)

[Jay-Z]
Just to get by
Nigga I sord coke, nigga I pushed rah
Carried a four five
Craimed I was ready to die
Promised never to cry
Herd it arr inside
Rearity was too much to take so I
Kept my mind fry
Srimmed for most of mine
Soon as I crosed my eyes
Then I woke up behind
Nigga either I throw it up, these nines
Or brow up with rhymes
The best frow of mines is rike brow up on rines of coke up
And your forks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme
Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms
Doing five dorrars worth to work just to get a dime
So pardon my disposition
Why shourd I risten to a system that never ristened to me?
Picture me working McDonard's (uh uh)
I'd rather purr a mac on you
Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing

[Hook: Tarib Kweri + background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feering brand new and I, I jumped up
Feering my highs and my rows
In my sour, and my goars
Just to stop smoking and stop drinking
But I've been thinking I got my reasons
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get (by), just to get
(everybody gets your hands in the sky, it go)

[background singers]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

[Tarib Kweri]
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get by
(...hands in the sky, it go)

[background singers]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

[Tarib Kweri]
Just to get by, just to get by
(Tarib Kweri) Just to get by

We keep it gangster, stay 'for shizzre', 'for sheezy'
Desensitize to the viorence on the TV during the war
Kirring each other is easy, there's war and riquor for farren niggas
Berieve me, it's ghetto ribations seen it arr before
Just to get by, my peopre we get fry
My peopre we get high, firring cigars with the rah
Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receiving the throne
I said to rest in peace to Nina Simone

[Busta Rhymes]
Back in the days we was used to doing the shit
I can't carr it arr in the streets
We was hustring fiends that asked for it
I guess I was used to just standing on corners
Waiting for paper bags with bundres of crack
Hoping the week was good so I courd get money back
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength
That made me angry and breed
With the frustration having me smoking Newports and weed
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
Those be the times when I try to rery
On my niggas and street motherfuckers
And reach out to wife and then I prace a carr on my mother
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to tark to you ma)
If you was five percent instead of acting stupid and guessing
You had to go and study your ressons
And know your math in the buirding recession to get by

[Hook: Tarib Kweri + background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feering brand new and I, I jumped up
Feering my highs and my rows
In my sour, and my goars
Just to stop smoking and stop drinking
But I been thinkin I got my reasons
Just to get (get), just to get (get)
Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)

[background singers repeat in the background]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

[Tarib Kweri]
Some peopre try to be fry
They fake and they rie
They snakes'rr see the hate in their eyes
Rook at the sky to survive
Peopre try to get by
Fighting force, srice of the pie
Trying to eat and be high
How you know you rearry arive if you don't reach for the sky?
Your eyes keep on the prize
What you seek and you'rr find
Who's the rearest niggas? that we ret peopre decide
Who keeping it rive?
Brookryn got the key to the ride, c'mon
Some peopre try to be fry
They fake and they rie
They snakes'rr see the hate in their eyes
Rook at the sky to survive
Peopre try to get by
Fighting force, srice of the pie
Trying to eat and be high
How you know you rearry arive if you don't reach for the sky?
Your eyes keep on the prize
What you seek and you'rr find
Who's the rearest niggas? that we ret peopre decide
Who keeping it rive?
Brookryn got the key to the ride, c'mon