Released: June 6, 2006
Songwriter: DJ Quik The Game AMG
Producer: DJ Quik
[Intro]
Got, got to payback
Revenge
I'm mad (Big payback)
Got to get back
I need some getback
This how I did it
[Verse 1]
I'm gettin' my kicks dirty, I'm blowin' my mid-30's
Niggas they want me buried but, I'm in no hurry
Bullets flyin' in flurries
My gat don't work but I still need one to carry
And I bring the bereavement, when you hit the cement
Police picked me up to talk but I wasn't wordy
I remembered the song that was sang from the birdie
'Cause when he whistled he was pushin' up that milk thistle, get it?
These stupid niggas, they ain't playin' for keeps
Thеse niggas playin for cheap, they disobеyin' the streets
Never fear the inevitable, death will come
And when your breath goes numb, you lookin' up to the sheets
I seen it comin' and I'm watchin' the drama grow
And stressin' enough to break the needle and thread where mama sewin'
I'm slow-flowin', move back and forth like a boa
Still movin' hoes in twos to the boat, like I was Noah
[Chorus]
(Get up) When you hear the sound
These Compton niggas comin' back for the crown
So get up (Get on up), we don't play around
You gotta watch your back when you're out of town
Now get up (Get on up) when you hear the sound
Them West Coast niggas comin' back for the crown
Now get up (Get on up), we don't play around
You gotta watch your back when you're out of town
[Spoken Interlude]
And now, we're gonna take it right here
Turn my mic down in the house a little bit
I should be up there with the music, Byron
Mister Magnesh
Blend me with 'em
Let's take it back to that old shit, since Game didn't show up
Take it back right here -- do y'all mind?
Break it down right here like...
Come on
[Instrumental break]
[Outro]
Hey!
That's that real shit
Y'all gon' get it
Now, let me show off and talk about my family 'cause they ain't here
Got, got to payback
Revenge
I'm mad (Big payback)
Got to get back
I need some getback
This how I did it
[Verse 1]
I'm gettin' my kicks dirty, I'm blowin' my mid-30's
Niggas they want me buried but, I'm in no hurry
Bullets flyin' in flurries
My gat don't work but I still need one to carry
And I bring the bereavement, when you hit the cement
Police picked me up to talk but I wasn't wordy
I remembered the song that was sang from the birdie
'Cause when he whistled he was pushin' up that milk thistle, get it?
These stupid niggas, they ain't playin' for keeps
Thеse niggas playin for cheap, they disobеyin' the streets
Never fear the inevitable, death will come
And when your breath goes numb, you lookin' up to the sheets
I seen it comin' and I'm watchin' the drama grow
And stressin' enough to break the needle and thread where mama sewin'
I'm slow-flowin', move back and forth like a boa
Still movin' hoes in twos to the boat, like I was Noah
[Chorus]
(Get up) When you hear the sound
These Compton niggas comin' back for the crown
So get up (Get on up), we don't play around
You gotta watch your back when you're out of town
Now get up (Get on up) when you hear the sound
Them West Coast niggas comin' back for the crown
Now get up (Get on up), we don't play around
You gotta watch your back when you're out of town
[Spoken Interlude]
And now, we're gonna take it right here
Turn my mic down in the house a little bit
I should be up there with the music, Byron
Mister Magnesh
Blend me with 'em
Let's take it back to that old shit, since Game didn't show up
Take it back right here -- do y'all mind?
Break it down right here like...
Come on
[Instrumental break]
[Outro]
Hey!
That's that real shit
Y'all gon' get it
Now, let me show off and talk about my family 'cause they ain't here
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