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Let’s Get Em (Remix)
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C-Mob
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Bootleg Madame Dane C-Mob C'mon let's get em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell thе medic she's too late to gеt 'em C'mon let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em Madame swag is kill Hit by these all for the master deal Take bitty franks and a ma** of meals Blast for bills Give pu**y n***as a mask and gills Keep a soft n***a with a flashing grill Bottle full of water, blue Xanax pills Chop a brick slab for the pads of grill Putz keep coming trynna catch that thrill Chase that feel Smoke that real Off them ones till they lungs get ill Rain down dubs till my pockets spill Even the thug said that b*t*h got skills It's no singe at will with intent to kill Stopped a n***a fight like I'm Richard Steele Standing to gain till my numbers stand still Run it up the middle like a running-back will Let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get 'em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get 'em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em C'mon let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get 'em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get 'em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em How many y'all n***as want it with Leg I send a bullet through the front come out the back of your head And I'mma Flint cowboy slinging nothing but lead Don't make me leave a horse head at the foot of your bed Date night made n***as still ducking the Feds Get to work perping the syrup Plugged in with the dreads It's like a Pillsbury Doughboy I'm 'bout the bread Trynna make enough cheddar for the clique to spread Let's get 'em Kill 'em We don't feel 'em Numb from the waste down when we hit 'em Another paraplegic got his homeboys with 'em On the First 48 you saw the way that we did 'em Let's get 'em From the blocks to the yards in the prison From a gram, to a eighth, to a fourth, of a chick Took a break from the kitchen wrists hurt from whipping Wordplay, lock the bullets in the cage then flip 'em C'mon let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get 'em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get 'em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em C'mon let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get 'em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get 'em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em Let's get 'em take a hand out I'm a sinner Got a hollow in the chamber and I keep it c*cked back with the clip full Mob, Madam and Leg will make you beg for your life like a poodle to a pack full of pit-bulls You don't want my trigger finger to itch again Struggling and I live in the midst of sin Indiana all the way up to Michigan You'd a learned if you woulda been listening (Ugh) B*t*h, so when you see me you better go that a way Because I gotta spray, Sunday to Saturday Had to pay dues, no saint like Latter Day My bullets are hungry and I'm about to let 'em go Sink their teeth in and bite (Bite) And after I'm done with the murder I get away, just like a thief in the night Let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get 'em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get 'em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em C'mon let's get 'em Aim for the head in the middle leave 'em with the sh*t back in a spittle C'mon let's get 'em Hit spleens, blow a hole in his chest and the rest can't believe how we did him C'mon let's get 'em Softer than a Twinkie in the middle wonder why real n***as don't feel 'em Let's get 'em 200 round drums Now there's blood in his lungs Tell the medic she's too late to get 'em
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