Get It In - The Jacka, Paul Wall, Masspike Miles

Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on

They cook your meals, they haul your trash, we connect your calls,

we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep

Do not fuck with us

Inkredibles

I live everyday like its my last

Hustlin' to get this cash

I get it in, get it in

Whatever it takes, I get it in

We gonna push to the limit on the grind 'til the clock stops tickin'

'Cause I get it in, get it in, whatever it takes, I get it in

I just push and push, smoking purple kush

Every time you look, ridin' 'round with crooks

Is you down with us?

It’s that sound you love

We just loungin', uh, we just stylin', bruh

Hope you crowding us, though we sold dope

I got thousands but don’t see no hope

In a P-world, nigga, it is no joke

'Bout to hit another bank and a store, loc

You don’t see the warning post in the store bro?

Can’t let 'em catch a nigga, can’t go home no more

Gotta carry on, only the strong’ll know

What I’m really on, but it’s time, the raw should know

We out here thuggin'

Wrong wit’cha, black?

Why you out here strugglin'?

Chrome on my lap, I ain’t gotta say nothin'

Just go on with the stack

Never seen my face but my name is The Jack

We goin' hard for three days with no sleep

In the streets, I can do this all week

A lot of kush and syrup, my bottle be on steep

So from sun up to sun down, I’m on the creep

I won’t stop 'til my casket is six feet

But all the hatin' got me movin' around on the street

I ain’t goin' places as long as I’m on my feet

But cross the line and your mama and your wife beat

Jealousy got 'em both out spreading lies

Instead of hustling they plotting on my demise

All the while my mind is on cream pies

I’m on the rise, my pockets bigger then Beyonce’s thighs

Damn, why they hating on a playa, mayne?

Fuck 'em all, I’m just tryin to get that paper, mayne

And I’m gonna get it any way that it come

If you looking for me, I’ll be in the streets like a bum

Here I come again with that thunder, mayne

I’m gonna go to jail if they run my name

So I’m outta there with that powder there

Hear some gangsta been in custody and await appeal

Come upstate, in Allah, my faith

On the block with my nigz, up dumb-ass late

Gettin' paper, shook the boys but I barely escape

Eyes wide, not fly, but I’m barely awake

Gettin' high and my memory’s fading away

But I remember all my niggas from back in the day

For my nigga ridin' 'round foot, hop in the J

Took a hit from the stick, we was lovin' it, boy

'Til this day I’m the shit and I’m lovin' it, boy

This street shit mine, yeah, they lovin' the boy

A couple suckas act like they don’t know me no more

But I never gave a fuck 'cause this shit ain’t for you