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    Lil Italy / Lyrics

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    "Come And Get It" Lyrics

    Lil Italy feat. Master P

    I said you drink whisky and you cuss
    I smoke shit called angeldust
    I said peter peter pussyeater
    Had a .................

    (Lil Italy talking)
    Hold up Hold up Hold up
    Man stop this shit man who playing this shit man?
    Putting some of that dirty dirty on nigga!


    Hoody Hoo!

    Come and get it
    Go and get it
    Come and get it

    (Master P)
    Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

    I'm a thug that enough
    Are you ready for the real
    Lately I got 10 g's let's go have some fun and kill
    That's that fire that makes them dope fiends tweek
    And when you run out don't hesitate to beak
    You got beef then I'm in it
    I told you it was no limit
    We started this we beginning
    Fuck them niggas and I'll finish it

    Now holla if you with me
    Tell them hoes come and get me
    I better have my business
    Tell the fed's there ain't no witness
    Just a bunch a niggas lying around the first of the month
    Getting paid getting high off of weed and blunt
    That's how we ball from the south to the bay we don't play
    Riding dirty with tray
    Hush or you lay
    A million we will make
    Independent to this day
    Sixty platinums in the plate
    And I a thug till I break

    (Chorus/Lil Italy)
    If you want it enough come and get it (come and get it)
    If your hungry enough go and getit (go and get it)
    If it make you feel good come and get it (come and get it)


    Come and get it (15x's)

    (Lil Italy)
    Don't try to watch us
    Me and my dogs keep it locked
    Don'y try to pop
    Me and my dogs gonna pop
    Now if it ever came down to it
    No matter the situation is my nagga I'm a do it run through it
    It's the other side that blew it fuck the questions maybe you knew it
    Oh shit he's got a strap in his hands does he know what to do with it
    Well yet and still you gots tokill for there's much to kill
    Hands to experience been caught up in a raw deal
    Flex my weight
    From cans of beans to potato and steak
    In got hungry and couldn't wait to demonstrate
    Oh sucky now
    You ain't fucking with a rookie now
    Check therecords to see how many patterns that fell down
    See I got hungry enough to go get it
    'cause my family was doing bad
    Who without it


    Damn that beats by the pound I want the whole enchilada
    He don't need no ambulance God knows he don't need no doctor
    Dig a deep enough hole and throw his body right in it
    And they pay us to send a message and we gonna damn sure send it
    It's the X-files top priority risk
    'cause you might see out of that type shit
    From hoeing to jacking to macking (macking)
    Dealing to looting that's really what's happening
    Player don't know nothing about getting his hands dirty
    Up early in the morning cooking chicks to birdies
    No sense to no dollars ( no dollars )
    Nohustle than why bother? Huh?

    Chorus 2x's
    This song was submitted on June 4th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jay Livingston, Bruce Miller, Ray Evans.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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