Get in the Way Songtext

von kevin gates

If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away

Last time I checked, I wasn't soft on these streets
Bled and fought, win, lose, or draw on these streets
Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets
Open shopping, hotels
Serve raw on these streets
Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one
Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow's got one
Eatin' when they sleepin'
Feedin' my aggression
Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure
Lyrically inclined I post and represent
Shit no, sick flow
Throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon
Young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent

Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go

Get in my way
You get ya head bust
Blood stains and white tees
Original bottom boys
Lay in yards and they like beef
Fuck who don't like me
Niqqa who you runnin' with
Ya real family or some niqqas who ain't bout none of this
Jackin' and actin'
Rolling with Travis with pistols
Got the Lil for my name cause I'm a lit bitty niqqa
God sent me here to punish shit
(Guess what) So I'm strapped niqqa
Saw the G's on the DVD
Now they wanna nap a nigga
I ain't a game nah
Thugged out and i love it dawg
Fuck around with Boosie
Turn your face into a Chuckie doll
Put 50 G's on a niqqa while I'm out of town
Shit so gangsta
Make his main mane lay him down
Street niqqas, head bustas who lay law down
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up its gangsta when i draw down
Niqqas talking shit but i just lost my grandmo
Finnaq introduce you bitch ass niqqas to Rambo (Buuh!!)

2002, close case
I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away)
I couldn't get at the nigga, so I made it my point to get at his bitch
Check me out, look
Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin'
Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting
She tellin' me she feelin my Jamaican accent
So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in

She pullin' on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova
I'm send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova

We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday

Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go
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