Getto Mentalitee Lyrics
| Song | Getto Mentalitee |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | All We Got Iz Us |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cordew, Cubia, Jones, Scruggs ... | |
| We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun | |
| I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run | |
| So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests | |
| I'm takin all bets, to see who will score next | |
| I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat | |
| Wit a small set, so forfeit, i rhyme for more checks | |
| Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, i'mma walk this | |
| I'm worthless, i'm back to sellin cracks behind the trenches | |
| I'ma hurt this when i work this, i'll beat you fuckin senseless | |
| Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences | |
| I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee | |
| To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy | |
| [greg valentine] | |
| The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us | |
| I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus | |
| You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked | |
| You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up | |
| Get up, nigga you should of got up | |
| Obey my orders, cuz shit like that'll leave you shot up | |
| For real, it's a deadman's party, leave ya body at the door | |
| A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century | |
| And entity, is what i plan to be in the industry | |
| Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the kennedy | |
| My gats the foolproof remedy | |
| [sonsee] | |
| It's sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket | |
| Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed | |
| Official nasty backwards, sue, what the fuck is rule, you dumb ass | |
| Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast | |
| Rap in the street, to do without ya | |
| While i haul off and snatch four shit out ya | |
| Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging | |
| And damn, it's cloggin up, the blood he didn't smell | |
| The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets | |
| And asses, when i turn, we burn crews to ashes | |
| Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up | |
| That's my word, and come wit that bullshit and that's ya ass | |
| [chorus 8x] | |
| Getto mentalitee | |
| [j mega] | |
| I trash niggaz who can't speak what i'm sayin | |
| All city, mega bomb, i ain't playin | |
| Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze | |
| And all of these lyrics for to squeeze | |
| Niggas please don't test me, just let me be | |
| Wit my city, the nasty, official and keepin niggas whippy | |
| To hit me, wit the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties | |
| I got drafted, because the fuckin armee called me | |
| And it's all out war, niggas fall out | |
| For reasons that's now unknown, check this shit | |
| I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us | |
| Until it's, my turn to fall, i'ma bill this | |
| Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector | |
| Inject the, and now correct the j mega | |
| [panama p.i.] | |
| The hell wit rules, i won't leave a scratch to patch | |
| This is war, way worth of a grudge match | |
| Big p.i., low uphold a, a universal soldier | |
| Chump should of listened when i told ya | |
| I'm ill, like fire moms you will, obtain | |
| Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain | |
| Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter | |
| I'mma thug, i used to love the drug rubber | |
| Rugged and raw, pretty cuz i'm hardcore | |
| All mighty then thor, always ain't it for a faggot jaw | |
| So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block | |
| My mic's a glock, i keep plenty styles in stock | |
| The way emcees react when i attack | |
| Get me away from him, he's a maniac | |
| [sticky fingaz] | |
| It's pure you see, i bring fame | |
| They call me nigga so much, startin to think it's my name | |
| Light skinned and a shame, cuz way back in the day | |
| They rapped my grandmother's mother's, when they was in spain | |
| To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved | |
| But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real | |
| Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field | |
| But a hundred years later, i learned about my roots | |
| And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits | |
| So i'm takin recruits, and shut the fuck, it's on right | |
| And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white | |
| And if a nigga don't win, then we all jump in | |
| [chorus to fade] |
| zuo qu : Cordew, Cubia, Jones, Scruggs ... | |
| We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y' all got a gun | |
| I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run | |
| So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests | |
| I' m takin all bets, to see who will score next | |
| I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat | |
| Wit a small set, so forfeit, i rhyme for more checks | |
| Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, i' mma walk this | |
| I' m worthless, i' m back to sellin cracks behind the trenches | |
| I' ma hurt this when i work this, i' ll beat you fuckin senseless | |
| Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences | |
| I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee | |
| To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy | |
| greg valentine | |
| The city never sleeps, so don' t sleep on us | |
| I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus | |
| You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked | |
| You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up | |
| Get up, nigga you should of got up | |
| Obey my orders, cuz shit like that' ll leave you shot up | |
| For real, it' s a deadman' s party, leave ya body at the door | |
| A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century | |
| And entity, is what i plan to be in the industry | |
| Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the kennedy | |
| My gats the foolproof remedy | |
| sonsee | |
| It' s sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket | |
| Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed | |
| Official nasty backwards, sue, what the fuck is rule, you dumb ass | |
| Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast | |
| Rap in the street, to do without ya | |
| While i haul off and snatch four shit out ya | |
| Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging | |
| And damn, it' s cloggin up, the blood he didn' t smell | |
| The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets | |
| And asses, when i turn, we burn crews to ashes | |
| Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up | |
| That' s my word, and come wit that bullshit and that' s ya ass | |
| chorus 8x | |
| Getto mentalitee | |
| j mega | |
| I trash niggaz who can' t speak what i' m sayin | |
| All city, mega bomb, i ain' t playin | |
| Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze | |
| And all of these lyrics for to squeeze | |
| Niggas please don' t test me, just let me be | |
| Wit my city, the nasty, official and keepin niggas whippy | |
| To hit me, wit the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties | |
| I got drafted, because the fuckin armee called me | |
| And it' s all out war, niggas fall out | |
| For reasons that' s now unknown, check this shit | |
| I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us | |
| Until it' s, my turn to fall, i' ma bill this | |
| Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector | |
| Inject the, and now correct the j mega | |
| panama p. i. | |
| The hell wit rules, i won' t leave a scratch to patch | |
| This is war, way worth of a grudge match | |
| Big p. i., low uphold a, a universal soldier | |
| Chump should of listened when i told ya | |
| I' m ill, like fire moms you will, obtain | |
| Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain | |
| Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter | |
| I' mma thug, i used to love the drug rubber | |
| Rugged and raw, pretty cuz i' m hardcore | |
| All mighty then thor, always ain' t it for a faggot jaw | |
| So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block | |
| My mic' s a glock, i keep plenty styles in stock | |
| The way emcees react when i attack | |
| Get me away from him, he' s a maniac | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| It' s pure you see, i bring fame | |
| They call me nigga so much, startin to think it' s my name | |
| Light skinned and a shame, cuz way back in the day | |
| They rapped my grandmother' s mother' s, when they was in spain | |
| To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved | |
| But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real | |
| Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field | |
| But a hundred years later, i learned about my roots | |
| And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits | |
| So i' m takin recruits, and shut the fuck, it' s on right | |
| And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white | |
| And if a nigga don' t win, then we all jump in | |
| chorus to fade |
| zuò qǔ : Cordew, Cubia, Jones, Scruggs ... | |
| We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y' all got a gun | |
| I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run | |
| So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests | |
| I' m takin all bets, to see who will score next | |
| I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat | |
| Wit a small set, so forfeit, i rhyme for more checks | |
| Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, i' mma walk this | |
| I' m worthless, i' m back to sellin cracks behind the trenches | |
| I' ma hurt this when i work this, i' ll beat you fuckin senseless | |
| Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences | |
| I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee | |
| To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy | |
| greg valentine | |
| The city never sleeps, so don' t sleep on us | |
| I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus | |
| You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked | |
| You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up | |
| Get up, nigga you should of got up | |
| Obey my orders, cuz shit like that' ll leave you shot up | |
| For real, it' s a deadman' s party, leave ya body at the door | |
| A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century | |
| And entity, is what i plan to be in the industry | |
| Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the kennedy | |
| My gats the foolproof remedy | |
| sonsee | |
| It' s sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket | |
| Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed | |
| Official nasty backwards, sue, what the fuck is rule, you dumb ass | |
| Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast | |
| Rap in the street, to do without ya | |
| While i haul off and snatch four shit out ya | |
| Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging | |
| And damn, it' s cloggin up, the blood he didn' t smell | |
| The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets | |
| And asses, when i turn, we burn crews to ashes | |
| Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up | |
| That' s my word, and come wit that bullshit and that' s ya ass | |
| chorus 8x | |
| Getto mentalitee | |
| j mega | |
| I trash niggaz who can' t speak what i' m sayin | |
| All city, mega bomb, i ain' t playin | |
| Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze | |
| And all of these lyrics for to squeeze | |
| Niggas please don' t test me, just let me be | |
| Wit my city, the nasty, official and keepin niggas whippy | |
| To hit me, wit the valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties | |
| I got drafted, because the fuckin armee called me | |
| And it' s all out war, niggas fall out | |
| For reasons that' s now unknown, check this shit | |
| I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us | |
| Until it' s, my turn to fall, i' ma bill this | |
| Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector | |
| Inject the, and now correct the j mega | |
| panama p. i. | |
| The hell wit rules, i won' t leave a scratch to patch | |
| This is war, way worth of a grudge match | |
| Big p. i., low uphold a, a universal soldier | |
| Chump should of listened when i told ya | |
| I' m ill, like fire moms you will, obtain | |
| Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain | |
| Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter | |
| I' mma thug, i used to love the drug rubber | |
| Rugged and raw, pretty cuz i' m hardcore | |
| All mighty then thor, always ain' t it for a faggot jaw | |
| So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block | |
| My mic' s a glock, i keep plenty styles in stock | |
| The way emcees react when i attack | |
| Get me away from him, he' s a maniac | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| It' s pure you see, i bring fame | |
| They call me nigga so much, startin to think it' s my name | |
| Light skinned and a shame, cuz way back in the day | |
| They rapped my grandmother' s mother' s, when they was in spain | |
| To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved | |
| But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real | |
| Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field | |
| But a hundred years later, i learned about my roots | |
| And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits | |
| So i' m takin recruits, and shut the fuck, it' s on right | |
| And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white | |
| And if a nigga don' t win, then we all jump in | |
| chorus to fade |
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