Wona Get Some, I Got Some Lyrics - Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Yeah, HC mutha fuckin' P nigga hypnotized mutha fuckin' Mindz bitch 

For you mutha fuckin' Rinky Dink Records up out there 

Y'all know who y'all is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's 

DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas 

T-Rock rock that shit fo these [unverified] 

My house of representatives, be A town assassins 

That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion 

Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin' 

Now woo now we presidential thing 'cause you was flashin' 

We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression 

A-tech in this Mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin' 

Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin' 

All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin' 

Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl 

Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call 

We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' [unverified] quicker 

Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas 

Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells 

Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama 

Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin' on the chrome 

Shakin' all the playa haters, soaking knowledge in my dome 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Oh, it's gettin' hot up in here 

You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga 

I start this shit changed the beat up 

Get back from me nigga here come, lord your fuckin' nemesis 

Back on your premises, remember what I left on bitch 

You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me 

You can't make me, you can't break me 

Always shady and I leave yo weak ass [unverified] 

I got no fears and no pain in my veins man 

I been insane coming free in the black rain 

You wanna step up to the man, well put yourself in danger 

I'm like the ranger from the West and obsessed with anger 

I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny 

The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money 

They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin' never again 

They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin' never stick 

They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit 

So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss 

Trick yo' gossip, you're like fossets so I let you leak 

Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Man you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe 

This whoa die gone solve 'em, when it be one who 

Fucking 'round wit' grown men that Hypnotized Camp 

HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck 

Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs 

Now I'm smilin' in an [unverified] ridin' on chrome 

Singin', no new niggas in our click we thick 

We rich, we glist, we been down for years 

I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed 

I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's 

Niggas talkin' 'bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin' but a bitch 

Say you always claimin' killa but for real you suckin' dick 

Yeah, it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong 

Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run 

I ain't fuckin' wit' yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove 

Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin' best move bitch 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Little ass boy you gone hear this and feel me 

Smilies in my face but chu really wanna kill me 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some 

Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got some