Get It How U Get It - Inspectah Deck, Fes Taylor

Aiyo, I don’t knock ya hustle, get it how u get it then

Yo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividends

What I’m drivin' in, what I’m livin' in

They say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent

I don’t knock ya hustle, get it how u get it then

Yo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividends

What I’m drivin' in, what I’m livin' in

They say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent

Imparticular, the flow perpendicular

The homicide vehicular whenever I make hits a run

On impulse, I tell you to get ya gun

That’s the only way you gon' ever get Big Pun

For God’s sake, who spit it harder on the tape?

I’m the horror that awaits, all tomorrows are erased

Yeah, he like that calm inside a case

You could hear somethin' tickin', you shake it, it detonates

Carefully crafted, all hail to the slasher

Some tried to beat it but failed, and couldn’t pass ya

To all you rappers movin' calm, tight fashioned

Y’all don’t want a problem with Pa, ya scare tactics

Man practice, share action

Everybody wantin' to see what the man packin'

Explicit lyrics is what I’m givin'

Take a seat behind the board to make sure you hear it

Want a sample from the 4?

Call ya boy to clear it

They say it come from the soul but I spit it from the spirit

Savagely save circuits, plus certain I could burn you

Brutally beats and bang 'em way down into Beijing

Burners is pulled and pussies get popped on arrival

Destroy the shit daily with flows so wicked that it scares me

I’m back with my new rap, I tried out on Hip Hop Lovers

I gotta chew threw a ziplock hunger

I play the bunker like a true soldier, the new cobra

Two Rovers, listed, we came from Boost Mobiles

I used to shoot off SOHO, now we global

Right through the toll booth, serve 'em like Soul Food

Remember Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, the old crew?

Now it’s LIS, Fes, Pa, Dini and the whole crew

Platinum jewels, even got 'em in gold too

So the pigs stay eye-ballin' when they roll through

Yo, yo, yo, nann nigga do it like Deck

You gon' find it a hard time to get my hands off of ya neck

Fuck the radio, the corner respect

And I handle my delf, by my delf without callin' my set

And if I gotta start callin' for back, y’all could call it a wrap

A hundred guns and clips up from the Stat

I ain’t worried about catchin' a rap

I’m a two-time felon, I ask «Why?»

after the fact

You know only dime Misses attract

And my niggaz in black mosh with it, causin' triggers to clap

And even if you don’t listen to rap

I still be on ya head like a fitted cap, spittin' that

A tenth of the strength I pack, the inf.

I pack

Graveshiftin' in the trench, I’m strapped

Two 4, that’s my fam, that’s fact, understand that, black

We got the hood like «Damn, that’s crack!»