get it all together

Lyrics

, shit, we tryin' to get it all together, and spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga, and homie you get the money and the power, then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin', i see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think, but i'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank, and i, i kinda act like my shit don't stink, on a toilet with the burner taped under the sink, like a russian i'll rullet the bullet, yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet, i'm a cash money brother a lover of money, yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin', what part cha' don't understand, what you ain't know i'm like kobe, you niggaz can't check me go head bowens, and i never left the team cause i'm catchin' every pass, stunna mcnabb yeah he like go head owens yea, bet i'd put a nigga on his ass, squlou and big whop make show he don't last, and young wayne do song about the story, with birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga, look, a ticket here and a ticket there, and i'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here, its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga, we take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga, it's stunna island biggest baler in the city, the range rover rally strip on them 26's, gucci down when the birdman in ya' town, we blow out the pound rollin' through uptown, canary yellow cash money iced out piece, like father, like son we beasts on these streets, well let me bring you back to 1993, where i met four lil niggaz in the 3, we got big, we grinded in them city streets, and three left and they all tryin' na beef me, there's one birdman and one j.r, we neighborhood superstars fuck y'all, murcing every murderer, in the garden i'm burstin' hittin' serpents up, and in the carter we still workin' with that work for ya', i'm the god and the turban fits perfect, word, puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve, dang, -is on the curve, the fed's walkin' so i'm talking with slurge, and we never sell a bird to a mockingbird, we find out where you stay and we mark your turf, lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first, oh, and ya' is sharp with hers, she cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah, see we murderers but do it like gangsta, we really never show it but everybody know it, and slim askin' me to focus on the flow, while i'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man,