Get Wit It Lyrics - Big Boi

Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play 

Let's get this straight off top 

Bitch get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it 

Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Isaiah 54:17, no weapon formed against me shall prosper 

I got a whole team of angels guarding me from all the danger 

And keep that .357 under my seat for all the haters 

Prattlin', one of the last rap niggas snappin' 

Niggas playin' sleep, I'm St. Nick with the package 

Blessed with the gift and only 3 Stacks can match me 

Light years ahead of you niggas, another galaxy 

Boi keep the club packed to capacity 

Hands in the air, bitches make it clap for me 

Automatically, the DJ bring it back for me 

And drop a bomb on it with the horns 

Globally adored 

For sure put Atlanta on the board and I'll be runnin' up the score 

No etiquette like Belichick and Brady on you hoes 

See, now teamwork make the dream work, that's how it goes 

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Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play 

Let's get this straight off top 

Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it 

Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money) 

Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Paper) 

Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up 

Blowing on strong all day 

Shawty keep looking this way (Say what?) 

She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it 

And roll up, rol up 

First thing she seen when I fell through 

A little bit of talk but I walks with a clear view 

Dynamic, organic, Iceberg Slim selling trim on the Titanic 

Underwater wit' it, let me show you how to do it to the fullest 

I'm the hardest, I'm the realest, I'm the dopest, I'm the coolest 

While I'm doing, while I'm doing, check it out 

And I ain't gotta have a motherfucking record out 

I'm just a West Coast player, say 'fee fi fo' 

Long Beach nigga with that Eastside flow 

Dipped in the sauce, 'imp with the limp 

I'm a pimp and a boss, let me show you how to get it off 

Keep a blue flag to the left of me 

And shoot my shit with trajectory 

Big money, big cars, big toys making big noise 

Holla at 'em Big Boi 

Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play 

Let's get this straight off top 

Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it 

Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money, money) 

Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Get it, get it) 

Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up 

Blowing on strong all day 

Shawty keep looking this way (What she looking at?) 

She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

I'm true to it, had a yellow Cadillac 

And I sold my blue Buick 

Spend a lot of money but I'll never blow through it 

Never blew through it 

Only thing I blow through is pussy, I'm never pushy 

In my youth I used to lock it but I don't (I love her) 

Like that, because I'm married and I won't (do nothing) 

Split that pie up, no more, it's gone 

Since Thanksgiving, I split it four ways, it's wrong 

Wrong all for my kids and my family 

First generation Patton clan, bitch, get at me 

I's the pappy, the papi and the father 

The only Maury I rock with are gators or harder 

Crocs, I'm sharper than your Sharper Image 

In your catalog, nigga, eat your spinach 

Or your leafy greens, long BB team 

We don't see no seeds, it's straight bud like they're roses 

Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play 

Let's get this straight off top 

Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it 

And roll up, roll up 

Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it 

Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it 

(You gots to get wit this shit, man) 

And roll up, roll up (It's real pimpin', man) 

Gotta keep the money coming on time (We gettin' money) 

Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Straight pimpin') 

Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up 

(Recognize when it's in your face, you little bitch) 

Blowing on strong all day (Yes, sir) 

Shawty keep looking this way (You dig) 

She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it 

(And roll up) 

Say man, she got to choose up, man 

I thought you thought, man 

Bitch been looking at me all motherfucking night 

Yeah, get in where you fit in 

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