My scrilla' my paper my scratch my scrilla' my paper my scratch. My hookas my bitches my batch my hookas my bitches my batch. My peppa my pistols my straps my peppa my pistols my straps. My oozies my choppas my gats my oozies my choppas my gats. The wires the taps the traps. Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax. When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'. Just remember tell my motha' I love her I love her. On top of that the i the r the s. Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest. Fo' tax evasion fake identification. Up under alias number skipped bail. Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail. An' told some stuff. Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff. When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers. Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers. Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor. Did he blast first an' ask questions later. I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling. Why did you kidnap that little kid man I wasn't gonna hurt him. [Chorus]. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. The highs the speeds the chases the relays the laps the races. My stuggle my hustle my pain my purpose my vision my aim. After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla. I found myself in South Dakota. All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the block. hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks. Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots. Greasin' an' cleanin' my glocks. Cookin' an' throwin' away pots. Coppin' an' orderin' chops. Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock. Scheming an' plottin' my knots. Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks. Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up. An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch. Servin' flour in a drought. I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck out. Already it's heavy I'm hurtin'. Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person. Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head. Instead it hit me in my leg burstin'. Who got a band-aid. Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical. I'm in this pal for quite sometime. Now I been wanted for a little while. Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings]. [Chorus]. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. The highs the speeds the chases the relays the laps the races. My struggle my hustle my pain my purpose my vision my aim. The grays the hounds the bussies. Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky. Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga. Stressin' poppin' pills. Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the chills. Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons. Got mo' scrilla' than I done count blessings. Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons. Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's. Ya get mopped as far as weapons. I ain't neva been no sucka in life. Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice. Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be exact. On the streets I'm nothin' but up in here. I'm under dat act. [Chorus]. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it gotta git gone git on out. Gotta git it. gotta git gone git on out. The highs the speeds thew chases the relays the laps the races. My struggle my hustle my pain my purpose my vision my aim