Get It All Together Lyrics - Birdman

(feat. Lil' Wayne) 

(Chorus x2: Baby) 

Shit, we tryin' to get it all together 

And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga 

And homie you get the money and the power 

Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' 

(Weezy) 

I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think 

But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank 

And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink 

On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink 

Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet 

Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet 

I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money 

Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin' 

What part cha' don't understand 

What you ain't know I'm like Kobe 

You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens 

And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass 

Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea 

Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass 

Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last 

And young Wayne do song about the story 

With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga 

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(Chorus) 

(Baby) 

Look, a ticket here and a ticket there 

And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here 

Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga 

We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga 

It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city 

The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's 

Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town 

We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown 

Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece 

Like father, like son we beasts on these streets 

Well let me bring you back to 1993 

Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3 

We got big, we grinded in them city streets 

And three left and they all tryin' na beef me 

There's one Birdman and one J.R 

We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all 

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(Chorus) 

(Weezy) 

Murcing every murderer 

In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up 

And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya' 

I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word 

Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve 

Dang, -is on the curve 

The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge 

And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird 

We find out where you stay and we mark your turf 

Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first 

Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers 

She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah 

See we murderers but do it like gangsta 

We really never show it but everybody know it 

And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow 

While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man 

(Chorus)