Get 'Em Daddy (Remix) (feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Write...

feat. Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer Cam'ron: See the problem is I ain't goin' nowhere You could shoot at me, you could stab at me Take ya best shot This is the remix, suck a dick no homo Dipset, remix Hell Rell: My flow is Novocain, my bars is Hurricane Katrina I got hella 'caine, Mac in the melon Range Hop out a self-exchange I wanna see these niggaz, die, die, make they moms feel hella shamed Walk around like I got a broom in my pants Now that's a fuckin' AK, heavy tool in my pants Damn, man, these cowards better stay in they lane And if they ain't gettin' the picture, it ain't in the frame No VVS it stayin' my chain, damn my ring You must've wrote your will already if your saying our names Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter, shooter You hung with the girls, you double-dutcher, hoola-hooper Hop, skippin', and jumpin' Block, clickin' and jumpin' Glock, clickin' and dumpin', this da mic JR Writer: Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, I cyclone niggaz Your sight blown, right on, my white stones glitter Left hand bling, the Vipe' won't shiver Stallion, medallion, a ice-cold pitcher The white stone flipper, that white tone, nice home Gettin' rid of the weight, like lypo mister Mrs. Psycho sicker, that ain't crack in ya pip You got a rat as a friend like Mike gone prisser (stupid) This ain't nothin' to me, a scrapper at his best No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the 'jects You rappin' in direct, but it's lookin' like a movie shoot How they sendin' all these damn actors at the Set Jim Jones: It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies) Told niggaz they sick and flabby Young, fly, rich and every nigga wit' me faky (We ballin') (Get 'em daddy) Somebody snappin' pictures at me Plus I know I got the FBI sickin' me The cash, the jewels, and how we buy exquisite V's Go get ya brains fried to a frickin' seed My vest and my heater, breath from the reefer And your boy stay fly like he was dressin' for Easter The big vechote, Capo to heaven Back and forth for a ballcase, to trap on they stress way Dipset Byrdgang we fly high And chart the G4 we gettin' high in the sky You fuckers Cam'ron: I'm Hardcore and Randy Savage Bob packin', pa actin', honk-honk, who they think they carjackin' Dumpin' and dump, I slumped and I slumped Your mad my car;s like a elephant, the trunk in the front Shit, see it do react, HUD 6 threw me back, but few did clap But I ate those, them shits was Scooby Snacks I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa Threw the Lam' in 6, drove to the ER (true story) Had to make it hot Feel like Pac I know instead of them old niggaz know I'm 'bout to take they spot Ain't no A-B-I-O-U-Y-B, gotta get 'em up in ICU Like I see you at the VP, shot 'em off, GP Gun from VA, PA, down to DC Waddup DOA, if you short up on my PC See 74 switched 'em over to P.C. Like Chuck D, we the O-6 PE Fucke me, why, I'm in a '06 GT All about them Gs B We the BG, Byrdgang Dipset, D-I-P, see Like KRS-1, the great BDP Wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee Dato mami, you ma got some body Cuz I'm back now with the pump, jotty jotty Honey smile, don't act funny style In one ear yeah, yeah, 220 thou Jim Jones: You heard what he said nigga We still ballin', them shits is Scooby Snacks fucker The repercusions is a mu'fucka When we catch dat ass, flatline fucker Hey Killa we back, tell 'em the city is ours No disrespect to you other mu'fuckas But Jimmy Blocker, Killa The Don, King Jaffi Joe, Juelz Santana The Prince, Hell Rell I see you mu'fucka You know who we are, Dipset Byrdgang The most powerful movement in this mu'fucka We ride high nigga I wish you would, dang dang, nugga (Get 'em daddy)