Get Mine

Mr. 3-2

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    Yeah uh-huh, yeah pay up

    [Hook]
    Can I get me, can I get mine
    You predictive motherfucker, and you running out of time
    Got me in a bind, time to pay what you owe
    I'ma have to come get ya, and kick in your do'

    [Mr. 3-2]
    Niggaz know what it is, we don't need no tally
    Pay your debts do your math, homeboy come holla at me
    Trying to shake me duck me, we grown ass men
    When you was on your ass, you had your hand out for ends
    First a hundred and a thee, and multiplied to mo'
    Now you deep in the hole, and owing me cash flow
    Resco' twerk some'ing, but sitting on your ass
    Quit giving me excuses, about my cash
    I laugh, even though the shit ain't funny
    How the hell you think you gon, with pay my money
    Take from me, without even having a pistol
    I'm sorry, this time somebody gon miss you

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    [Hook - 2x]

    [Beezo]
    Hey it's Mr. Payback lil' homie, I need my pay back
    I know you made a mistake, you starting to apologize
    Ain't got time for the whine and cries, I need mine's
    Your first mistake, when you started using your mind
    You losing your mind, what the fuck you playing with mine
    I need me off the G-O-P, before your teeth
    'Fore your kids, and that bitch in the sheets
    That slick leak shit you playing, get you off'd in the streets
    I know you'd rather go back in time, and change your mind and give me what's mine
    But you can't press the rewind, and save the tape playing that thang spraying
    Hope you made peace with the man, or you just praying
    I hope you could of, ducking them thangs
    Like you duck the fo' Range, when my name came up
    Now you yelling my name, full of pain cause you all banged up
    Don't blame me blame the game, cause you couldn't man up
    I stick to the rules that's scripted, you chose to flip it

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Mike D]
    Boys got the game wrong, swagger got your stang twisted
    I ain't trying to hear that bullshit, bout my issue
    In 2005, I ain't fronting no do'
    Boys got too many habits, out here living off hope
    All in your boy ear, pleading them all sob stories
    Bitch you don't pay me mine, I'ma be your worst worry
    Got too many mouths to feed, plus too many close to please
    And your problems ain't my problems, so nigga please
    Wish I would let a bitch, walk around here in debt
    If it gotta come up out your ass, I swear I'ma collect
    I might play it off, and let you think you got away with it
    But when I catch you, I'ma bury your ass with it
    My gorilla suits they on, ready to act a fucking nut
    Finger on the trigger nigga, I don't give a fuck
    This street code I live by, and die by folk
    I'm gon grip my hands, round your mo'fucking throat and say

    [Hook - 2x]

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