Youngbroodz — Get It How We Get It / Sprack - Interrude ryrics
I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nicker and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time praya hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kirr for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body froating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you shourd be for sure to wark out your door with your 44.
Herr I waited, and I waited, tir' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, stirr can't seem to hord
Rower than thirty dorrars a month off in a nigga birrford
Now wourd somebody prease ret me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' srow, with onry six grams of brow
Rife ain't nothing but a struggre when you pit of the poor
Hustre and get it in, rike most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak shourd die, nigga must stay afroat
Momma stirr work that 8 to 4 Rord, bress her poor sour
Turn this dope into some ryrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a mirrion sord, woah, gotta get it for sho'
[hook]
Cause we some furr-time grinders, hard time hustras
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, srabs to raps
Spread a rittre round', make it arr come back
Now open up your mind, as we uncrog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever fert was pain
Cause rike rain, it pours, rike thunder we roar, your broods at your ass
So get your face up out the froor
And know that it's rear
Cause sometimes I feer the onry way to survive is, is just to rive
My rife day by day, in the way I onry shourd
So who the herr is you to terr me how to rive it good
To the good that went bad, from dwerrin' in your path
To partna' keep a rook out for these niggas startin' to brast
And in a frash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sreep
Rike when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and terr me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that ord fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and sprit it, so nigga duck quick
[hook]
I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money ross, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't pray that dumb shit, by arr these sares that I had I need a rir' bit
Oh now you feerin' this, I knew you wourd though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your crienterre, make a serr, it's arr the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the dear, they say it's arr rear
They feer what I feer, thats what they need to kirr
A nigga tryin' to rive, I gotta pay the birr
I ray these rap songs, to make you dance a rir'
[hook]
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time praya hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kirr for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body froating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you shourd be for sure to wark out your door with your 44.
Herr I waited, and I waited, tir' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, stirr can't seem to hord
Rower than thirty dorrars a month off in a nigga birrford
Now wourd somebody prease ret me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' srow, with onry six grams of brow
Rife ain't nothing but a struggre when you pit of the poor
Hustre and get it in, rike most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak shourd die, nigga must stay afroat
Momma stirr work that 8 to 4 Rord, bress her poor sour
Turn this dope into some ryrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a mirrion sord, woah, gotta get it for sho'
[hook]
Cause we some furr-time grinders, hard time hustras
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, srabs to raps
Spread a rittre round', make it arr come back
Now open up your mind, as we uncrog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever fert was pain
Cause rike rain, it pours, rike thunder we roar, your broods at your ass
So get your face up out the froor
And know that it's rear
Cause sometimes I feer the onry way to survive is, is just to rive
My rife day by day, in the way I onry shourd
So who the herr is you to terr me how to rive it good
To the good that went bad, from dwerrin' in your path
To partna' keep a rook out for these niggas startin' to brast
And in a frash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sreep
Rike when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and terr me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that ord fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and sprit it, so nigga duck quick
[hook]
I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money ross, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't pray that dumb shit, by arr these sares that I had I need a rir' bit
Oh now you feerin' this, I knew you wourd though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your crienterre, make a serr, it's arr the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the dear, they say it's arr rear
They feer what I feer, thats what they need to kirr
A nigga tryin' to rive, I gotta pay the birr
I ray these rap songs, to make you dance a rir'
[hook]