Get Mine Lyrics - Kid Rock

Engine, engine number 9 

On that Mason-Dixon line 

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 

Gripping nickel plated nines 

So you get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

I'm a motherfucking boon-dock killer, Mossberg filler 

King of the drop, they'll never be much iller 

Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes 

And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter 

Two handles of brown and a half a gallon of firewater 

Tell the police they can keep knocking, we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching 

Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break 

And the next door neighbor wanna relocate - uh 

You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time 

Black sheep, son of a landmine 

The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I 

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Engine, engine number 9 

On that Mason-Dixon line 

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 

Gripping nickel plated nines 

So you get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ 

Go DJ 

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So motherfucking outta tune hit 

Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in! 

And because no new bitch to do 

It's the same bitch and you just bought her new tits 

And I don't give two fucks about you're two sips 

Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits 

Black sheep son of a land mine 

The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I 

Engine, engine number 9 

On that Mason-Dixon line 

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 

Gripping nickel plated nines 

So you get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway 

Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way 

Bones, Klever, shotgun 

Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla 

Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit 

Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip 

The south is in it, deep in it with bump 

Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump 

Another round and the cops might have to hold me down 

If you don't know me then know me I'll die in the ground 

Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground 

Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now 

Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted 

My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!" 

Black sheeps son of a landmine 

The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I 

Engine, engine number 9 

On that Mason-Dixon line 

Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 

Gripping nickel plated nines 

So you get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine 

You get yours and I'll get mine