Da BackWudz and Killer Mike - Gettin 2 It

Yeah, it's Da Backwudz man
Got my homie Killa Kill from Adamsville, all
The way stay to put it down
Man let's tell em how we get
It homie let's do it

What's my name? Big Marc
Hustle hard for the money
I'm jumpin' back triple while my
Player patna front me east Atlanta star
Chrome stips and it's old built
Guts, renovated wood kit's and a face lift
Mash on the gas (Woo) pimpin' mack playa
Big get to it, what ya know about Decatur
(Ohh) rollin' backwoods smokin' fried
Green tomatoes just send me bout a stack
You can take her out and date her

All my hustlers in the trap
Get to it, Get to it
Flippin' money on the slab
Get to it, Get to it
Country girls on the flo'
Get to it, Get to it boy you already slow
Get to it, Get to it, on the eaaassstside
Get to it, on the weeeesstside
Get to it, Get to it, on the noooorrrthside
Get to it, on the soooouuuthside

Boy you already slow flip it watch it grow
26 inch tires plus suicide doors
Niggas hustle at the store, 365
Betty Crocker bakin' sellin' sweet potato pie
Raps sendin' money like Bam Bam Biggalo
Stacks to the ceiling
Playin' with me like Picalo
Choosin' cause my neck glow
Different colored rainbow
Gettin to it on the grind 10-4

All my hustlers in the trap
Get to it, Get to it
Flippin' money on the slab
Get to it, Get to it
Country girls on the flo'
Get to it, Get to it boy you already slow
Get to it, Get to it, on the eaaassstside
Get to it, on the weeeesstside
Get to it, Get to it, on the noooorrrthside
Get to it, on the soooouuuthside

Cook it, whip it, cut it, sack it
(you know what it is)
Fuck what you heard, crack still sellin'
(in the hood down here)
You owe them boys, better pay em
(cause they don't forget)
They send them boys like Big Worm
(to shoot up your crib)
Words rhyme but it ain't all rap
Them boys run up on ya put a
Sunroof in ya New Era ball cap
I got a gang of young head bustas
Call em Lil' Scraps
Even at the skating rink
Them young boys stay strapped
Fuck around let me give em that
AK-K-K, they be like, OK-K-Kay
Bust in yo Chevrolet
You set up shop in my residence
Al Sharpton stand a better chance of
Being voted first nigga for president

All my hustlers in the trap
Get to it, Get to it
Flippin' money on the slab
Get to it, Get to it
Country girls on the flo'
Get to it, Get to it boy you already slow
Get to it, Get to it, on the eaaassstside
Get to it, on the weeeesstside
Get to it, Get to it, on the noooorrrthside
Get to it, on the soooouuuthside

Written by:
JAMES EMORY REDDING, MARCUS L THOMAS, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER

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Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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