Fabolous – The Get Back Lyrics
(Intro)
Who wanna bet us that they can’t fuck wit us?
Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, solely etceteras
Til the death of us, me and my confidents
We shine, we make the ambiance, you niggas just rhyme
You lil niggas need guidance, you barkin up the wrong trees
Pissin on the wrong hydrants, I’m a high fence
I grew up round violence, you grew up playin violins
In yo hood silence, where I’m from silence
(Verse)
They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibe
There’s something bout killing shit that makes us feel alive
We feed off yo energy, we see you on that Kenny G
Just do in yo own harm, do yo thing my NIG
Whenever you will not keep to that mighty NYC
We gon check that name you claim
Bring yo job and ID
We take it the wrong way, all gold everything
One gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those, everything
Yall don’t wanna pump heads, ocho, Evelyn
Them boys will leave you butt naked
And the mall closed and everything
The streets is watchin aksin if you gon reply to them
Seem like yall woke up sleeping giants, Eli and Em
(Hook)
A major comeback but from a minor setback
But still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
(Verse)
I’m like Nino with the uzzi back of the motorcycle head
Until you’re back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the wedding
I’m like dope boy lookin for Ricky’s killer
One last soldier, niggas who turn they backs on me
Turn yo punk ass over
Yall smoke my smoked my cousin Harold
Now I’m in a Camaro
Love and happiness playing, me and my dog with a double barrel
38, 40 belows, live or die motherfucker
I’m Pac, ride or miss, riverside motherfucker
Get back, everybody better get back
To my niggas in the jet black
For the seats let back on yo jet back
If you’re a gambling man you could bet that
It’s a sure thing, not just a New York thing
A rich or a poor thing
It’s a lace yo boots, pull yo draw string, who wanna go to war thing?
It’s a who gon protect your thing?
Who really wanted morphine?
Put legends in coffins
It’s a bullet holes in the door thing
It’s a nobody, sure things
Street cold, not a Lord thing
It’s kids that wasn’t taught things, old ladies like poor thing
Poor thing, to get back is important
Poor thing, for the dead homies we pour pain
Like what you sayin while it’s cocked back to em
Guess what goes around comes around, got back to em
(Hook)
A major comeback but from a minor setback
But still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back