The Get Back Video (MV)

Who wanna bet us that they can't f*ck with us
Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous
All the et ceteras
Until the death of us me and my confidantes
We shine
We make the ambiance, you niggas just rhyme
You little niggas need guidance you
Barking up the wrong trees
Pissing on the wrong hydrants
I'm a high fence i grew up around violence
You grew up playing violins
In your hood silence, where I'm from sirens
They just killed this vibe
They just killed this vibe
There's something about killing shit that
Makes us feel alive we feed off your energy
We see you on that Kenny G
Just tooting your own horn
Do your thing my N-IG
Whenever you ven aqui to that mighty NYC
We gon' check that name you claim
Bring your YAWK and ID
We take it the wrong way, all gold everything
One gold watch, two gold chains
Give me all those - everything
Y'all don't want to bump heads, Ocho, Evelyn
Them boys will leave you butt naked
The mall closed and everything
The Streets Is Watching
Asking if you gon' reply to them
Seems like I woke up sleeping
Giants - Eli and them

A major comeback comes from my minor setback
But still in all we living just
Thinking about the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I
Slay these niggas faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back

I'm like Nino with the Uzi
Back of the motorcycle heading
To get back at them Italians who
Killed Keisha at the wedding
I'm like Doughboy looking for Ricky's
Killer - one last soldier
Niggas who turn they backs on me
Turn your punk ass over
Y'all smoked my cousin Harold
Now I'm in the Camaro
Loving and Happiness playing
Me and my dog with this double barrel
38, 40 belows, live or die motherf*cker
I'm Pac
You Radames "Riverside Motherf*cker!"
The get back everybody better get back
Tell my niggas in the jet black
Until the seats let back on your jet back
If you're a gambling man you could bet that
It's a sure thing not just a New York
Thing or a rich or a poor thing
It's a lace your boots pull your drawstring
Who want to go to war thing
It's a who gon' protect your thing
Who really want it more thing
Putting legends in coffins and some bullet
Holes in the door thing
It's a nobody saw things
Street code not a law thing
It's kids that wasn't taught things
Old ladies like poor thing
Poor thing and the get back is important
Poor thing for the dead homies we pour 'pagne
Like what you say while it's
Cocked back to him
Guess what goes around comes around
Got back to him

A major comeback comes from my minor setback
But still in all we living just
Thinking about the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I
Slay these niggas faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back

"Now these motherf*ckers smoked your God damn
Cousin in FRONT of you nigga!
Blew his head off in front of your
Face and you ain't gon' do SHIT?!
You acting like a little
Bitch right now nigga!
Man FUCK that I ain't letting that shit ride!
We gon' go in there and
Smoke all these motherf*ckers
I don't care who the f*ck out there!
Goddamnit! Is you down nigga?"