Get The Hell On With That Lyrics by Fat Joe

Get The Hell On With That

[fat joe]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All you frontin-ass niggaz
Callin all frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
Yo, get the hell on with that [say what, say what what? ]
Get the hell on with that [say what, say what what? ]
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there?
These bitches actin like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like?
You confused man, that shit dont even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasnt fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my a-t-l bitches, pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down-ass hoes thatll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat em down to a pulp
Its the f-a-t, to the, j-o-e
Drink cris with the feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they respect a g
Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh?
Are you serious?

[chorus: fat joe]
If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of cris
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
If you see a bitch frontin in her best friends clothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[armageddon]
Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for dough then yous a hoe
And no Im not the one that dont drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and assault, hes wrote
So get the hell on with that, dont you weave and feel it
Get the hell on with that, Im aight Im chillin
Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna palm the dough
Shouldve charged me at the door, I woulda let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy mo
Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo
But yo, I aint never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, "bitch is suckin dick!"

[chorus: fat joe]
You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he dont pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your dro
But when its time to go cop, he aint got no dough
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[ludacris]
Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin em luck
Cause Im bout to make em break a leg thinkin Im givin a fuck
And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
Are headed east - bound, trouble in west other than south
Cover your chest, they cover your mouth
Im goin deep - down dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
But Im bout to reach - round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but Im handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it aint then it aint, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, biatch

[chorus: fat joe]
Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like theyre the type
But when its time to go to war they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Got this clown runnin around like hes my fam
We did time in what joint? I dont know you man!
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[fat joe]
Yeah, haha, t.s., terror
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah, charlie rock l.d., uhh
Ton montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah..