Git Busy lyrics

[Pharrell] OWW!! Getting!!

[Hook - Fam-Lay]
When the car roll up and windows roll down
And you see the sawed off, n*gga better hit the ground
We getting busy!! You better haul ass dawg!
You better haul ass! You better haul ass dawg!
You better haul ass! (OWW!! getting!!.. OWW!!)

[Verse - Fam-Lay]
I'm blasting, n*gga laying in the street cause
Talked sh*t, so I hit 'em wit the heat
Runts moving, keys like oz's
Like a cliental, errbody know me
Running! running from the 5-0
Drug life, and it's all about survival
Hustla, known worldwide dawg
I'm in the game and I'm bout to drive by y'all
Gambler, 4 - 5 - 6ing it
10 grand in the bank and I'm sticking it
b*tches, got 'em by the dozens
From their mammy, to their sisters to their couzins
Star Trak, is the crew that I run with
n*gga don't get murdered over dumb sh*t
f*ck you! it's how I'm caring if
n*gga try to start beef and we burn it
[Hook]

[Verse - Fam-Lay]
Hey look I'm sick of n*ggas saying what they gon do when they see me
Soon as they see they don't do sh*t
The n*gga Fam-Lay too slick
I got a handful of guns and a few clips stupid
You keep sending death threats, uh! and I ain't seen death yet
n*gga I can't help that I ain't been murdered in my life, look
Look I been stopped giving a f*ck about living
Ever since I got beat up by them faggot ass cops
But now I just stand on my block and drink liquor
Wit my n*ggas and my b*tches and we keep them gats c*cked
Uh! won't hesistate to blast you n*ggas
Spray your corner, bodies falls in the Ac my n*gga
Uh! I'm pulling out the dagger n*gga
Cause when I finish wit these shells I'm a stab a n*gga

[Hook]

[Bridge - Pharrell Williams] (Fam-Lay)
Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Norfolk!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Huntersville!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin but let me tell ya
Boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (with the Clipse!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Coldchain!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Star Trak!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin
[Verse - Fam-Lay]
n*gga f*ck all that punchline sh*t, that young rhyme sh*t
That sh*t that might blow only one time sh*t
Cause when I rhyme b*tch, my rhymes fit
The mind of a gangsta is all time, b*tch!
Kill who you riding wit
I got some n*ggas from Virginia riding wit me
And them n*ggas trying to buy this sh*t
So f*ck who you party wit!
Cause we get high as the Karate Kid, now let's go!
Pop junk, I pop trunks; Got a 10 shot Glock pump
That'll stop trucks, ya c*cksucker!
Shoot a lead trying to get a rep
I shoot the lead at his head now his man tryin to get 'em help
Fam don't play wit chirin [children]
Act stupid, act dumb, act foolish, act deaf like you ain't hear em
Bring it to the forefront, I got a lotta n*ggas that tote guns
Now let's do it!

[Hook] (w/ bridge in background)