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get you now (ruffs + rares) - kmd lyrics

[intro]
{*beep!*} the f*ck was that man?
that sh*t blew my head man…
we’re coming to get you, n*gga

[verse 1: zev love x]
i got a brand new .380 in the box, made like glocks
a shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety lock
won’t get knocked ’cause i avoid the raids
catchin’ mad bodies like the aids, i used to carry blades
now i’m fully loaded, save the bold sh*t
tempt me, i’ma empty the whole sh*t, that’s that cold sh*t
and that’s what i’m into, and plus it’s winter
and beef ain’t squished until the bullet enter
dead center or dead broke, when i got thе flame out
i’m stickin’ up a drunk at the liquor store, hе came out
’cause my rent’s due, f*ck with my money i’ma dead you
and you can tell the essence x sent you and he meant to cut your throat
and may your last breath, wait
i got a bullet for your ass wit’cha name and your death date
n*gga!

[interlude]
there it is * that’s what got him
i don’t know man…
[chorus: zev love x & dj subroc]
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)

[interlude]
{*beep!*} the f*ck was that man?
that sh*t blew my head man…

[verse 2: zev love x]
i had to get a shotty, the barrel’s a double one
’cause my sidewalk got more sh*lls than bubblegum
stuck on it, i’m settin’ it, bring it if you want it
and i still got my .22, won’t never point it, though
i go hip*hop, it pays by the sheets
so, f*ck my mother*in*law, i’m finna run the streets
be the syntax error, delete
i live to spin wax, repeat but on beat

[chorus: zev love x & dj subroc]
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
i got my get*u*now (we gonna get*u*now)
[interlude: zev love x]
yo, f*ck [?]
all right, do it motherf*cker, put it in your vest
that’s what got him
i don’t know

[verse 3: zev love x]
i got it: my tool, my utensil
to draw lead in that ass like a pencil with a stencil
and let me see them kids who had beef in the summer
and their mugs all look like helen keller but dumber
ain’t that a bummer? i’ll take you out your misery
i be the mad bluff caller like, caller id motherf*cker!
i’m rakin’ in the dough by the heap
(get the cash) c*cypher*punks can’t ‘pete
(buck his ass) the last that you heard of your jeep as you sleep
i buy it off my boys for dirt cheap

[chorus: zev love x & dj subroc]
we gonna get*u*now, uh
we gonna get*u*now, yeah
we gonna get*u*now, huh
we gonna get*u*now

[outro: zev love x]
n*gga! f*cka, uhh, watch you drop!
you know what the f*ck we talkin’ about, word is bond
and we ghost, c.m.!

- kmd lyrics

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