Get It Get It Lyrics - Crime Pays - Cam'ron

Been had to get for get, lived in the sickest pad 

Slept with mice and roaches, woke up pissed up slab 

School of the hard knocks, I on the vicious Ave 

Jim chase Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass 

Ask me who you loving, Cam you been bugging 

Must have lost your mind; you fought Lucien's cousin 

And St. Mark's, yeah big LE watch 

my nigga red squashed it, forget that topic 

40th, down the block danger zone 

up the ave forty wall, hope yall niggas bring you chrome 

what you saying homes, cops they raiding homes 

activator juice, yes to spray your dome 

from a tiny dude, developed grimey dude 

stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food 

I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude 

Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q 

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Plus its savage, cop car crash your door 

Further more heard the boy em at the sack amore 

Boy yes, over seas more sex 

4 jets, corvettes, and I aint done a tour yet 

Cuz I'm moving bricks, yes they serve in fours 

Signing off dipset boss, truly yours 

We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall 

We gon make it make it, we gon take it yall 

We gon get it get it, money we gon get it get it 

We gon get it get it, money we gon get it get it 

We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall 

We gon make it make it, we gon take it yall 

We gon get it get it, we gon get it get it 

We gon get it get it, we gon get it get it 

My cerebral stress, eagle let it rest 

Feel it in the air yeah, siegel said it best 

It's a legal mess, needles need to death 

Blame the government, until then I need to chef 

Photos 

Turn right, lead left, street games scrams 

Call the cops oc, like we need a ref 

You cant cheat a chef, I can see your chest 

No heart, cherish your oxygen, breath your breaths 

He need a rest, how he gon be the best 

Like I guess a couple slugs he need to catch 

See the sketch, you lassie 

The gun is Frisbee proceed to fetch 

Side up the hoopty, spray up the sentra 

It be sixty years before I'm layed up in benter 

Sprayed up her denture, your girl 

Then I layed her placenta, blew hazed in her rental 

Some days in December, some days I remember 

A boy sugar ray want to play the contender 

Just say I got a temper 

And my temperature is off the thermometer 

Korean New Year to Hanukah I'm bombing ya 

Put you to sleep for good pajama ya 

Wrangle you in ya he man pajama's 

Wrap you up in your pac man sheets