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get the bag - havoc lyrics

[intro: havoc]
yeah
other n*ggas is stuck in the back
got the hoopti and i did the dash
i’m the realest so i get the bag (woah)

[verse: havoc]
i’m a real n*gga
man i got “g” to the power of 2 (what’s that)
ain’t no street n*gga
but if needs be then i’ll really pack a deuce (why)
only real n*ggas got that
but the rest ain’t got a d*mn clue (why)
but it’s rest in peace lil n*ggas, is in sight in blood pools (let’s get it)
man i see cracks in the game, this sh*t is insane
i’m boutta intrude (i’m boutta intrude)
and if your girl in the way, grab on the lube
penetrate her and move (penetrate her and move)
man , we done kept in our lane
we kept it one hunnid, but moved as a unit (1 hunnid)
man, i done got me some lens
n*ggas is micro, havoc be zooming
hold up now havoc done hopped in the hoopti
yet again n*gga be zooming (zoom)
head for the track and i’m dashing, chasing the bag
and i bag it, i rack it up (cash)
i sip on lean and i flex, lookin lean
that’s effects of the activis actin up (act)
set the parameters, i got my bros by my side
that sh*t be adding up. ( add it up)
that boy’s mental deranged
f*ck it, we grab on the metal like it was a medal
my n*gga then rearrange
havoc be much too handle, the beat be the amo
young n*gga live up his name (yah)
nah i am not for the trying, i’m cannibal, n*gga that’s just kamikaze (what)
nah i’m not thinking bout money, i’m chasin’ the bag, inside be the bodies (let’s get it)
i take a hit, a drag, oh sh*t i’m relaxed, n0body can stop me
i do not f*ck with the 12, since i was 15, if i like it i cop it
yeah that he be disruptive, he jamming the wave, like he be erupting
that n*gga up to something

[hook: havoc]
other n*ggas is stuck in the back (back, back, back)
got the hoopti and i did the dash
i’m the realest so i get the bag
i’m the realest so i get the bag (woah)

[verse: lee ray]
static wrist, it’s time to get the guap (gtg)
smith & wessons, mac 11’s, n*gga why lying?
all these cappin’ gangsters tweeting “rap is dying”
seems like err’body in this game actin’ facade
b*tch i want respect
3 blunts and a cheque
call a triple threat, mari jane and my ex
n*ggas out here cappin’, what you know bout percosets?
n*ggas made of plastic, imma put you hoes to rest
came into the game, saving trap
i admit it, yeah i did it n*gga, only preach facts
chasin’ millis, like i’m diddy n*gga, gotta get the cash
i ain’t finished, but hey listen, imma thank ya’ll for the love in advance
i can’t even diss a n*gga, i’d be passing out clout
i’m only passing out blunts, to n*ggas dizzy as f*ck
get the bag it’s a must, b*tch i’m already up
i’m spending money on money, y’all spend that sh*t out at bucs
ouu, oh man i’m bad
i didn’t feel like k!lling beats, but n*gga i’m mad
yeah i was gone, n*gga now that i’m back
pay me that respect you owe, i want that sh*t in cash (lee out)

[hook: havoc]
other n*ggas is stuck in the back (back, back, back)
got the hoopti and i did the dash
i’m the realest so i get the bag
i’m the realest so i get the bag (woah)

- havoc lyrics

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