Get 'em Daddy [remix] Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'ron

[Cam'Ron]See the problem is I ain't goin nowhere 

Can shoot at me, can stab at me 

Take your best shot (this is the remix) 

Suck a dick no homo 

DipSet, remix, let's go! 

[Hell Rell]My flow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina) 

I got hell-a cain, mac in the melon range 

Hop out and shells exchange 

I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain 

Walk around like I got a broom in my pants 

Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn 

Man these cowards better stay in they lane 

And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame 

VVS's stay in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go) 

You must of wrote your will already if your sayin our names 

Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter 

You hung with the girls you double dutch or hoola-hooper 

Hop skip and jumpin, block clickin and jumpin 

Glock clickin and dumpin, it's the mighty 

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[J.R. Writer]Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz 

Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white stones glitter 

Left hand bling, the right one shiver 

Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture 

The white stone flipper 

That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister 

This psycho sicker 

That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller 

This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best 

No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the jets 

You rappin indirect 

But it's lookin like a movie shoot 

How they sendin all these damn actors at the set 

[Jim Jones]It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies) 

Photos 

Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they washed up) 

Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin) 

Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me) 

Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me 

The cash the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's 

Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee 

My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer 

And ya boy stay fly like he was dressin for Easter 

The big Pachorte, Capo the heavy 

Packin 4-4 court case to drop on expressway 

Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly high 

And chart the G-4 we get high in the sky 

[Cam'Ron]I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund 

Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackin 

You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump 

They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front 

See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped 

But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks 

I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa 

Threw the Lam' in 6th, Drove to the E.R. 

Had to make it hot 

Feel like Pac I know it's set up 

Them old niggaz know I'm bout to take they spot 

Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U. 

Y.B. That'll get 'em up in I.C.U. 

Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P. 

Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C. 

D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C. 

C-74 switched 'em over to P.C. 

Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E. 

Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T. 

All about them G's B, we the B.G. 

Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see 

Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P. 

You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee 

(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie 

Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny 

(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style 

In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'