Lyrics to Get Out
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(Busta)Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out)Such a remarkable sound (get out)Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)Flipmode get down nowYeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out)What the deal now (get out of here)Yeah, yeah(Verse 1)Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!)Just like a group of happy childrenYo its such a feelinTo see all of my live ballers (Carry on now)Oh see how I be gettin so passionateI get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accidentThe God bless glorySuccess storyWhiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for meThe way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for meI gotta blast and demolish everything before meI throw your shit in the back nowYou're wack nowAnd ain't no kind of turnin back nowSo relentlessI won't even let you fools finish a freakin sentenceCall for my people like a school attendanceAnd then I strike with a triflin vengeanceReppin like a winnerAnd do away with every last one of you wack niggas(Chorus)So (Get out)If you's a fake just (Get out)You need to just (Get out of here)Police you try to close the club (Get out)You really should (Get out)You need to just (Get out of here)Chick if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)You need to just (Get out)You really should (Get out of here)If you frontin like you really live (Get out)And you know you not (Get out)You need to just (Get out of here)(Verse 2)The one world allianceFlipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidanceOn how to get most of this money like a secret scienceOnly the live soldiers allowed there's nothin you can doFrontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens tooNevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chestSo bless the spot before the thugs close chestOne timeI hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin withGot so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmithWe phat now so look at how we brought it back nowWe made it possible for streets to hold a stat nowAnd become the wealthiest, healthiestAnd bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsiusHold on, bank this money, better roll onOr sing a broke folk song I'll be for so longPaid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bellsWylin in the truck, the choice to roll with meWe be them new millennium prime time niggasWalk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggasNow, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggasWith so much press it's like we did the illest crime niggasWhat? You know I'm like a loco man, noble manTurned global man, rippin bicoastal like a postal manAnd when we come you know we came to get itAnd what you need to do is BOUNCE if you aint rollin with it!(Chorus)So (get out)If you be frontin just (get out)You need to just (get out of here)Police you tryin to close the club (get out)You really should (get out)PLEASE just (get out of here)Chick if you ain't got your own dough (get out)You need to just (get out)You really should (get out of here)And if you frontin like you really LIVE (get out)And you know you're not (get out)You really should (get out of here)Get out, get out, get out of here(Repeat x 4)




Songwriters: RHYMES, BUSTA / LOESSER, FRANK
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Royalty Network
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