Get Me [dirty] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

(Get me) 

Uh huh 

(They pretty) 

Uh huh 

(Wit me) 

Uh huh 

(It's crispy) 

Yeah 

Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo 

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Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire 

Your wife is gettin' curious homie you better hide her 

Keep it gully baby boy, share that 

Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at 

Niggaz only mad 'cause they asses can't rap 

Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped 

Yeah, sealed signed delivered, Anthrax 

You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that 

Catch me whylin' out with a mami in Club Black 

Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed 

Yeah, if it's something I'm feelin you runnin' that 

And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that? 

Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped 

Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that 

Career ain't goin so well, I got that 

Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap 

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See the cats in the whips wanna 

(Get me) 

But I got the pounds and them 9's 

(They pretty) 

See me on the streets, them gorillas they 

(Wit me) 

Bills in the pockets, know them things is 

(Crispy) 

Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son 

Y'all not known for bustin' them guns 

So for the 9, I got beef for days 

Y'all want it wit us, don't get carried away 

Call the coroner 

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him 

I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk through them 

Either you shook or your 9 spray 

You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way 

Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up 

The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up 

Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up 

When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up 

There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style 

15 get money, livin' frozen out 

You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe 

Before I show you what the 9 or three-eighty like 

Want beef motherfucker come and get me 

All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street 

Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat 

Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece 

See the cats in the whips wanna 

(Get me) 

But I got the pounds and them 9's 

(They pretty) 

See me on the streets, them gorillas they 

(Wit me) 

Bills in the pockets, know them things is 

(Crispy) 

Aiyyo, hey, hey 

Look I walk around with my pound in a glass 

Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash 

How I roll? Why would you ask? 

Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash 

I know you all roll with the boys with the badge 

That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh 

From the ave, where snitches get blast 

They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs like that" 

I say,"Homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last" 

I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death 

Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec 

Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the deck 

Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests 

We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest 

We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown 

It's deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms 

See the cats in the whips wanna 

(Get me) 

But I got the pounds and them 9's 

(They pretty) 

See me on the streets, them gorillas they 

(Wit me) 

Bills in the pockets, know them things is 

(Crispy) 

Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son 

Y'all not known for bustin' them guns 

So for the 9, I got beef for days 

Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away 

Call the coroner 

I'm tellin you it's somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke 

They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo 

It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow 

They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for sho' 

More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh 

Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa 

All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc 

Everytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go 

Straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there 

They know it's safe to spend they money over here 

Everytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack 

That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack 

Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam them 

They know it's safe to spend they doe over here 

Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast 

Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack 

See the cats in the whips wanna 

(Get me) 

But I got the pounds and them 9's 

(They pretty) 

See me on the streets, them gorillas they 

(Wit me) 

Bills in the pockets, know them things is 

(Crispy) 

Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son 

Y'all not known for bustin' them guns 

So for the 9, I got beef for days 

Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away 

Call the coroner