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Hayley Evetts - Get the Hell On With That lyrics
[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 a salty throat
 So get the hell on with that, don't you even 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
 Coulda saved you a mouth full of head y mo'
 Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'Hayley Evetts - Get the Hell On With That - http://motolyrics.com/hayley-evetts/get-the-hell-on-with-that-lyrics.html
 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..












