Album Name

Jealous Ones Still Envy

Artist

Fat Joe

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2002.06.01

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Get The Hell On With That - Fat Joe
Whoa whoa whoa
All you frontinass niggaz
Callin all frontinass bitches
Yo get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Why you over there lookin at me
while my girl standin there
These bitches actin like
they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets wanna really
get your hands in there
Now what it be like
You confused man
that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your album
only three mics
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't
fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on
soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all
she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches
pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck
but never tell bitches
Downass hoes that'll grind
that dough Catch me with another
chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the F A T to the J O E
Drink Cris' with the Feds
when they come for me
No cuffs no guns they respect a G
Number one with a slug
what you expect from me
Are you serious
If you see a nigga frontin
fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night
same bottle of Cris'
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
If you see a bitch frontin
in her best friend's clothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami if you fuck for dough
then you's a hoe And no
I'm not the one that don't drop
the notes I only ice the beef
and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin
from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze
and a salty throat
So get the hell on with that
don't you weave and feel it
Get the hell on with that
I'm aight I'm chillin
Chicken neckass bitch
tryna palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door
I woulda let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full
of heavy Mo'
Coulda made you a thug
from the guy with the mo'
But yo I ain't never met a chick
that was innocent
They all fuck some
eat some never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on
and that was it See me
in the video like
Bitch I sucked his dick
You let him in at one time
cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs
he don't pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Yo every time you smoke
dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop
he ain't got no dough
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a
leg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat
down bottles is breakin
craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the
heat is attacked
and you hear the street
sound hitters and runners
Killers and gunners
winter to summer the niggaz
that want us are headed East
bound trouble in West
other than South
Cover your chest
they cover your mouth
I'm goin deep
down Dirty indeed birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard
it from me
but I'm bout to reach
round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but
I'm handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep
rounds up under the bed
up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't
no wonder you dead
So go to sleep
now throats is splitted
and folks that get it they gotta
get the hell on widdit
all these niggaz
that claim thug like
they're the type
But when it's time to go to war
they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Got this clown runnin around like
he's my fam
We did time in what joint
I don't know you man
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
say what say what what
Get the hell on with that
get the hell on with that

Get the hell on with that
get the hell on with that