Get Yours Songtext / Lyric

[Big L]

Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs

Flamboyent Entertainment, D.I.T.C. forever

Word up, it's time to let these punk niggas know

We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out


Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high

I'm out buying the finest things money can buy

Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke

Chipping in for 10 dollar bags of smoke

All on my back because of the fame and the wealth

You male groupie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself

Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat

I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet

And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street

I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet

If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up

Put your jewels up, whatever, put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your mouth up

Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed

Turn your trunks red, far from broke, got enough bread

Mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butt-head


[O.C.]

To the tic tic and you don't quit

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit

Being broke is a bitch, y'all

There's no such thing as quit, y'all

As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)


True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talking out their mouth slick

Mad cause they bitches is all on our dick

Peeping us out at the bar checking out what kind of champagne

We sip, jealous of the ice on my wrist

We pop Don and Crys, no less

Hard pressed motherfuckers chipping in for White Star Moet

Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us

At the end of the night, all the hoes want to sex us

While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls

You face the song, "You'll Never Find" Lou Rawls, shit

I don't fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet

Be bumming and not surviving the streets

Get your weight up, right now, we ain't promised later

Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers

Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper

Instead of going out like Pushead & Black, straight up


To the tic tic and you don't quit

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
Being broke is a bitch, y'all

There's no such thing as quit, y'all

As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)


[Big L]

Check it, my shit is so hot, I give the mic a heat rash

I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat's trash

I stay bulletproofed up, Benz couped up

When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff


[O.C.]

No doubt we're souped up, African as fuck

Niggas can't touch what we're holding when it comes to the buck

I push the double R, ride through the city like a star

Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard


[Big L]

I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up

But first I'm a smack this bitch up cause she's flash my six up

I ain't the one to tax or stick up, cats get hit up

Fronting on me, y'all niggas got nothing on me


[O.C.]

Yo let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom

Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie, handsome

Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown

Tango and Cash, live niggas, Mush and Corleone


To the tic tic and you don't quit

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit

Being broke is a bitch, y'all

There's no such thing as quit, y'all

As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)


[Diamond]

I be up in the cut, up in some guts

While you home busy stuck in a rut

And wonder why you keep fucking it up

I got your whole crew sucking it up

And pussy cats ain't nothing but butt

Better go back to cutting it up, putting it up

Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt

Measuring off brown niggas while I'm trucking it up

And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck

I'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete nigga

You never fall off, cause I move sweet nigga

Street nigga, but I can talk to the whitey

Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty

Sons call me "almighty" cause I'm nice with mine

Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes

Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind

Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge, uh