| Song | Get Yourz Now |
| Artist | Bad Azz |
| Album | Personal Business (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Drew, Stamps | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| WHAT! (echoing) | |
| (Female singer) | |
| Gotta get mine (gotta get miiiine) | |
| Runnin' out of time (runnin' out of tiiime) | |
| Gotta get mine (gotta get miiiine) | |
| Runnin' out of time (runnin' out of tiiiiiiime) | |
| (Bad Azz talikng) | |
| All the motherfuckers who tellin' it's alright now | |
| Ey,nothin' can stop us from doing our motherfuckin' thing | |
| God dammit | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| From sunrise to sunset,one life one God | |
| The universe and the rear out to the blocks they don't care about | |
| Seein' hope till every hood fill with hopelessness | |
| And hopelessness is enough to get the hustle back crackin' | |
| Now you can tell the story to your friends back home | |
| Back home they missin' "back" cuz a nigga been gone | |
| So long,to all the homies that God called before me | |
| Now without y'all here me and the homies gettin' lonely | |
| Wonderin' who gon' the next to experience death | |
| It get deep around here,fo' real hold your breath | |
| Just thinkin' about ya lookin' at the stars as they glistenin' | |
| It's hard to put the puzzle together with pieces missin' | |
| In the places where the love is gone with no traces | |
| Tryin' to eat of sellin' drugs,we goin' from catchin' cases upstate | |
| To our concrete wars with sad faces and the freedom costs more | |
| Than a House so we ain't sleepin' | |
| I'm stuck tryin' to touch me a buck and can't grind | |
| Cuz they ate us and the punk one time | |
| I keep it strapped at the homegirls spot | |
| If we get hot we get bad and give 'em all we got | |
| We hittin' back,think twice about bringin' your gat | |
| To where we at we nuthin' nice when it come to all that | |
| And fuck a fight I'm too much in love with life | |
| And gettin' cash and I don't know how long it's gon' last | |
| You understand | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Gotta get yourz,gotta get mine | |
| We gotta hurry,'fore we run outta time | |
| Yo,as addition I'll be outta my line | |
| I'm lovin' my life | |
| Too much to be wastin' my time | |
| Gotta get yourz,gotta get mine | |
| We gotta hurry,'fore we run outta time | |
| Yo,as addition I'll be outta my line | |
| I'm lovin' my life | |
| Too much to be wastin' my time | |
| I'm on the grind | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Just drinkin' this hot wine and dealin' with hard times | |
| And keepin' my feet in shoes the horrible keepin' loose | |
| It only shows me bad what happens ain't somethin' good | |
| They funny cuz it's the money what happen off in the hood | |
| They replaced the love with hate in different (?) | |
| I tried to smell 'em and liked 'em and tried though again | |
| Pills is equals(?) ???? where we goin' from here | |
| Is what you showin' me ??? I only do what I fear | |
| I got love for real niggaz from here to over there | |
| All my Long Beach niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Jersey niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| You can feel cuz I'm real and I'm killin' just to live | |
| With my New York niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Georgia niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Texas niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| And Arizona they be killin' just to live | |
| What! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| From a helpless child to a hopeless man | |
| I got bait that's overshadowed in this hopeless land | |
| When money splits friends apart and broken hearts cause | |
| Guns to spark when we pray it don't start | |
| They say it's all bad but it's not,you see it's all good | |
| When it could be that's really how it should be | |
| It would be real (?) instead of (?) help each other to live | |
| Knowin' how hard it is all of this is dedicated to y'all for life | |
| One Love,my niggaz get ya Thug on | |
| It's a real cold to have to kill Just to live | |
| And these Long Beach streets ain't really made for the kids | |
| It's a real cold game to have to slang just to eat | |
| In the lowdown shang(?) you got that thang just to sleep | |
| See niggaz like me we be real enough to feel | |
| You can feel me cuz I'm real and I kill you just to live | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 4) | |
| California niggaz we be killin' just to live | |
| Cuz Chicago niggaz they keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Oregon niggaz the ones who killin' just to live | |
| Cuz Loiusianna niggaz keep it real | |
| What about my Michigan niggaz the ones who killin' just to live | |
| Cuz in Arkansas they keep it real enough to feel | |
| Down in Florida y'all they keep it real enough to feel | |
| Out in Vegas they be killin' just to live | |
| What! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Bad Azz talking) | |
| Imagine that,we got the whole world out here killin' just to live | |
| That's a goddamn shame,you gotta get yourz I gotta get mine | |
| Put a rush on it cuz we runnin' outta time | |
| Ain't no time to waste,ain't no time to procrastinate | |
| You better get on the good foot right now yeah,cuz later might be too late | |
| Yeah we on a mad mission,take me up out of this bitch |
| zuo qu : Drew, Stamps | |
| Bad Azz | |
| WHAT! echoing | |
| Female singer | |
| Gotta get mine gotta get miiiine | |
| Runnin' out of time runnin' out of tiiime | |
| Gotta get mine gotta get miiiine | |
| Runnin' out of time runnin' out of tiiiiiiime | |
| Bad Azz talikng | |
| All the motherfuckers who tellin' it' s alright now | |
| Ey, nothin' can stop us from doing our motherfuckin' thing | |
| God dammit | |
| Verse 1 | |
| From sunrise to sunset, one life one God | |
| The universe and the rear out to the blocks they don' t care about | |
| Seein' hope till every hood fill with hopelessness | |
| And hopelessness is enough to get the hustle back crackin' | |
| Now you can tell the story to your friends back home | |
| Back home they missin' " back" cuz a nigga been gone | |
| So long, to all the homies that God called before me | |
| Now without y' all here me and the homies gettin' lonely | |
| Wonderin' who gon' the next to experience death | |
| It get deep around here, fo' real hold your breath | |
| Just thinkin' about ya lookin' at the stars as they glistenin' | |
| It' s hard to put the puzzle together with pieces missin' | |
| In the places where the love is gone with no traces | |
| Tryin' to eat of sellin' drugs, we goin' from catchin' cases upstate | |
| To our concrete wars with sad faces and the freedom costs more | |
| Than a House so we ain' t sleepin' | |
| I' m stuck tryin' to touch me a buck and can' t grind | |
| Cuz they ate us and the punk one time | |
| I keep it strapped at the homegirls spot | |
| If we get hot we get bad and give ' em all we got | |
| We hittin' back, think twice about bringin' your gat | |
| To where we at we nuthin' nice when it come to all that | |
| And fuck a fight I' m too much in love with life | |
| And gettin' cash and I don' t know how long it' s gon' last | |
| You understand | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta get yourz, gotta get mine | |
| We gotta hurry,' fore we run outta time | |
| Yo, as addition I' ll be outta my line | |
| I' m lovin' my life | |
| Too much to be wastin' my time | |
| Gotta get yourz, gotta get mine | |
| We gotta hurry,' fore we run outta time | |
| Yo, as addition I' ll be outta my line | |
| I' m lovin' my life | |
| Too much to be wastin' my time | |
| I' m on the grind | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just drinkin' this hot wine and dealin' with hard times | |
| And keepin' my feet in shoes the horrible keepin' loose | |
| It only shows me bad what happens ain' t somethin' good | |
| They funny cuz it' s the money what happen off in the hood | |
| They replaced the love with hate in different ? | |
| I tried to smell ' em and liked ' em and tried though again | |
| Pills is equals? nbsp???? where we goin' from here | |
| Is what you showin' me nbsp??? I only do what I fear | |
| I got love for real niggaz from here to over there | |
| All my Long Beach niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Jersey niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| You can feel cuz I' m real and I' m killin' just to live | |
| With my New York niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Georgia niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Texas niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| And Arizona they be killin' just to live | |
| What! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| From a helpless child to a hopeless man | |
| I got bait that' s overshadowed in this hopeless land | |
| When money splits friends apart and broken hearts cause | |
| Guns to spark when we pray it don' t start | |
| They say it' s all bad but it' s not, you see it' s all good | |
| When it could be that' s really how it should be | |
| It would be real ? instead of ? help each other to live | |
| Knowin' how hard it is all of this is dedicated to y' all for life | |
| One Love, my niggaz get ya Thug on | |
| It' s a real cold to have to kill Just to live | |
| And these Long Beach streets ain' t really made for the kids | |
| It' s a real cold game to have to slang just to eat | |
| In the lowdown shang? you got that thang just to sleep | |
| See niggaz like me we be real enough to feel | |
| You can feel me cuz I' m real and I kill you just to live | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4 | |
| California niggaz we be killin' just to live | |
| Cuz Chicago niggaz they keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Oregon niggaz the ones who killin' just to live | |
| Cuz Loiusianna niggaz keep it real | |
| What about my Michigan niggaz the ones who killin' just to live | |
| Cuz in Arkansas they keep it real enough to feel | |
| Down in Florida y' all they keep it real enough to feel | |
| Out in Vegas they be killin' just to live | |
| What! | |
| Chorus | |
| Bad Azz talking | |
| Imagine that, we got the whole world out here killin' just to live | |
| That' s a goddamn shame, you gotta get yourz I gotta get mine | |
| Put a rush on it cuz we runnin' outta time | |
| Ain' t no time to waste, ain' t no time to procrastinate | |
| You better get on the good foot right now yeah, cuz later might be too late | |
| Yeah we on a mad mission, take me up out of this bitch |
| zuò qǔ : Drew, Stamps | |
| Bad Azz | |
| WHAT! echoing | |
| Female singer | |
| Gotta get mine gotta get miiiine | |
| Runnin' out of time runnin' out of tiiime | |
| Gotta get mine gotta get miiiine | |
| Runnin' out of time runnin' out of tiiiiiiime | |
| Bad Azz talikng | |
| All the motherfuckers who tellin' it' s alright now | |
| Ey, nothin' can stop us from doing our motherfuckin' thing | |
| God dammit | |
| Verse 1 | |
| From sunrise to sunset, one life one God | |
| The universe and the rear out to the blocks they don' t care about | |
| Seein' hope till every hood fill with hopelessness | |
| And hopelessness is enough to get the hustle back crackin' | |
| Now you can tell the story to your friends back home | |
| Back home they missin' " back" cuz a nigga been gone | |
| So long, to all the homies that God called before me | |
| Now without y' all here me and the homies gettin' lonely | |
| Wonderin' who gon' the next to experience death | |
| It get deep around here, fo' real hold your breath | |
| Just thinkin' about ya lookin' at the stars as they glistenin' | |
| It' s hard to put the puzzle together with pieces missin' | |
| In the places where the love is gone with no traces | |
| Tryin' to eat of sellin' drugs, we goin' from catchin' cases upstate | |
| To our concrete wars with sad faces and the freedom costs more | |
| Than a House so we ain' t sleepin' | |
| I' m stuck tryin' to touch me a buck and can' t grind | |
| Cuz they ate us and the punk one time | |
| I keep it strapped at the homegirls spot | |
| If we get hot we get bad and give ' em all we got | |
| We hittin' back, think twice about bringin' your gat | |
| To where we at we nuthin' nice when it come to all that | |
| And fuck a fight I' m too much in love with life | |
| And gettin' cash and I don' t know how long it' s gon' last | |
| You understand | |
| Chorus | |
| Gotta get yourz, gotta get mine | |
| We gotta hurry,' fore we run outta time | |
| Yo, as addition I' ll be outta my line | |
| I' m lovin' my life | |
| Too much to be wastin' my time | |
| Gotta get yourz, gotta get mine | |
| We gotta hurry,' fore we run outta time | |
| Yo, as addition I' ll be outta my line | |
| I' m lovin' my life | |
| Too much to be wastin' my time | |
| I' m on the grind | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Just drinkin' this hot wine and dealin' with hard times | |
| And keepin' my feet in shoes the horrible keepin' loose | |
| It only shows me bad what happens ain' t somethin' good | |
| They funny cuz it' s the money what happen off in the hood | |
| They replaced the love with hate in different ? | |
| I tried to smell ' em and liked ' em and tried though again | |
| Pills is equals? nbsp???? where we goin' from here | |
| Is what you showin' me nbsp??? I only do what I fear | |
| I got love for real niggaz from here to over there | |
| All my Long Beach niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Jersey niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| You can feel cuz I' m real and I' m killin' just to live | |
| With my New York niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Georgia niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Texas niggaz that keep it real enough to feel | |
| And Arizona they be killin' just to live | |
| What! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| From a helpless child to a hopeless man | |
| I got bait that' s overshadowed in this hopeless land | |
| When money splits friends apart and broken hearts cause | |
| Guns to spark when we pray it don' t start | |
| They say it' s all bad but it' s not, you see it' s all good | |
| When it could be that' s really how it should be | |
| It would be real ? instead of ? help each other to live | |
| Knowin' how hard it is all of this is dedicated to y' all for life | |
| One Love, my niggaz get ya Thug on | |
| It' s a real cold to have to kill Just to live | |
| And these Long Beach streets ain' t really made for the kids | |
| It' s a real cold game to have to slang just to eat | |
| In the lowdown shang? you got that thang just to sleep | |
| See niggaz like me we be real enough to feel | |
| You can feel me cuz I' m real and I kill you just to live | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4 | |
| California niggaz we be killin' just to live | |
| Cuz Chicago niggaz they keep it real enough to feel | |
| All my Oregon niggaz the ones who killin' just to live | |
| Cuz Loiusianna niggaz keep it real | |
| What about my Michigan niggaz the ones who killin' just to live | |
| Cuz in Arkansas they keep it real enough to feel | |
| Down in Florida y' all they keep it real enough to feel | |
| Out in Vegas they be killin' just to live | |
| What! | |
| Chorus | |
| Bad Azz talking | |
| Imagine that, we got the whole world out here killin' just to live | |
| That' s a goddamn shame, you gotta get yourz I gotta get mine | |
| Put a rush on it cuz we runnin' outta time | |
| Ain' t no time to waste, ain' t no time to procrastinate | |
| You better get on the good foot right now yeah, cuz later might be too late | |
| Yeah we on a mad mission, take me up out of this bitch |