Don't you get around Don't you get around Don't you get around Don't you get around Why do you put me in a danger zone Why do you play me Don't you need
Don't you get around X4 Why do you put me in a danger zone Why do you play me Don't you need what you're gonna bring on home Why do you betray me
We don't need a key We get in for free No VIP sleaze Drink that Kool-Aid Follow my lead Now you're one of us You're coming with me It's time to kill
DJ Capcom is about to fuck up hip-hop with this joint, So all you haters out there, Get back. This is a DJ Haze exclusive. [Chorus: x2] Aye yo Mac,
freaky Hey you got me in a trans, you take of yo pants You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN!! [Chorus] Girl the way you
Hey you got me in a trans, you take of yo pants You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN! [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin
even start To make it in this industry you gotta have heart distributors and record label will tare you apart like a niga want 20 but he got 6 dollas make you
D] I'm gon ride till I'm with you, damn I really miss you I just don't understand, why he had to come and get you You always kept it positive, painting
like NBA's store Don't make me send the piece at you I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you
even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you
you spend trying to hold onto it cause you may never get it again. So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can and when your run is over
spinning, that's my DJ "What do you mean he's your DJ?" Yo, yo [Chorus:] No jeans, no boots, no chains, no hats, And still you play rap, I don't understand
happy meal This game you could never win Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again Get away from me loniless Get away from me misery
you ready to march niggaz, hut two three four Back with the gangsta of rap, retort I hope somebody quickly call up a doctor Go get a medic, cause somebody 'bout get
even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
we got an uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get
big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And everytime you think you gotten past it it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the
