Let's Get Em - C-Mob, Madam Dane

Bootleg, yeah

Madame Dane, uh huh

C-Mob, c’mon

Let’s get em

Let’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Lft blood in his lungs

Tell the medic sh’s too late to get em

C’mon et’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left 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 mass of meals

Blast for bills

Give pussy niggas a mask and gills

Keep a soft nigga with a flashing grill

Bottle full of water, boobs and X pills

Chop a brick slab for the pads of grill

Guts keep coming trynna catch that thrill

Chase that pill

Smoke that real

Off them once till they lungs get ill

Rain down ups till my pockets spill

Even the thug said that bitch got skills

I’m will with intent to kill

Stop a nigga fight like a richer steel

Stand in again till my numbers stand still

Go run it up the middle like a running-back will

Let’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left blood in his lungs

Tell the medic she’s too late to get em

C’mon et’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left blood in his lungs

Tell the medic she’s too late to get em

How many y’all want niggas 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 niggas still ducking the Feds

Got to work prepping the search

Plugged in with your dreads

It’s like a Pillsbury Doughboy I’m about 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 yard-set of 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

Let’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left blood in his lungs

Tell the medic she’s too late to get em

C’mon et’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left blood in his lungs

Tell the medic she’s too late to get em

Let’s get em when I hit em I’mma split em

Got a hollow in the chamber and I keep it cocked 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 into Michigan

You’d a learned if you woulda been listening

We’re menaces get off our premises

My heart is cold and I do not have tenderness

Murder you like Cain did Abel in Genesis

Off with your head and that won’t be the end of this

My bullets are hungry and I’m about to let em go sink their teeth in and bite

And after I’m done with the murder I get away just like I did for the night

Let’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left blood in his lungs

Tell the medic she’s too late to get em

C’mon et’s get em

Aim for the head in the middle even with the shit back in a spittle

C’mon let’s get em

Hit spleen, 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 niggas don’t feel em

Let’s get em

200 round drums

Left blood in his lungs

Tell the medic she’s too late to get em