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letra de get up on it (revised version) - l cassidy

[we got a 1.13 in progress]

(l c-ssidy)
ifns we gon get em boy
get em l c-ssidy
we gon get em boy
what up dts
we gon get em boy
get em get em get em get em get em get em get em

no matter how you want it l c-ssidy will get up on it
alcoholics, what up cup a dom we on point
no matter how you want it i infaness will get up on it
puffin chronic, what up dts we on point
(x2)

marchin on the front line
i’m busting long time
one time, i’m makin moves in the sunshine
about my money, what the f-ck you want from me?
my team roll in like it’s a good day to die homie
as we getting deeper pushin ball to floor
i force through the rap that what you were talking the porsche
i walk my talk and i can talk cause i’m the boss
i’m the rule maker, i think nz thought i lost it
i just knock your jaw can’t kemp your temple
form a circle cause the windblows
for with my blazing endles
that sh-t is simple roll l!ck twist and blaze
i walk a maze with ease couch out the fiend with no chase

chorus

i just love spittin sh-t the public can’t stomach
like f-ck the blue uniform and all your handcuff sh-t
i stand up quick man up and jab up flips
handle mind i’m spitting rhymes now get your hands up kid
cause this a stick up, l!cked up, the rhythm of a street thug
but left feet and stabbed bleeding in the street like anne walker
you heard of l c-ssidy? that’s who this b-st-rd be
this atticus spitting the baddest f-ggot call me majesty

chorus x 2

ain’t nothing funny, i’m sick of getting drug money
johnny walkers, bottle stalkers, me and my cuzzies
rooftops in whangas, i ain’t trying to bang the hardest (sh-t)
puttin it down, holdin my own, representing
many convictions, many beefs and many weapons
many pairs of shoes and hoods from the stepping
i ain’t stepping back done too much of that young leaf
attack, look at me wrong i’m swinging back
i can’t help i can’t stop it go in and out your pockets for the wallet
the only way we roll is about the prophet got it?
i got something though it ain’t a bucket a front it f-ck it
i’m thugging, i’m from the far north, you think that mean nothin?

chorus x 2

welcome to my streets where your beef your cheek will meet the concrete
known north out the back seat puffin from the high beams
when we always got a pack of chronic in the back pocket
we from the far north sound b-tch what you want from it
your not want nuttin don’t start nuttin don’t be nuttin
alright i get to buggin and bucking like we be duck hunting
leavin f-ggy chatter when i turn em in the after matter
all i do is [shoots guns] now tell me who the baddest rapper
i mop the floor with ya let the naughty north hit ya
like grafitti on the wall son? i paint a raw picture
round here it’s cause to get real rowdy
i don’t go to sleep i get p-ssed and p-ss out g

chorus x 2

- l cassidy

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