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the get away - twista, d-loc, dalima, marques elliot lyrics

[verse 1: twista]
been down in the streets, i don’t wanna get arrested
so i’m stressin’ ’cause i know i gotta flip that (flip that, flip that)
hot six figures in my pocket any car i wanna know that i can get that (get that)
drop top benz, deep dish 22’s any b*tch i wanna know i can get with that (with that)
twista the magnificent sniffin’ some of the kush i be smokin’ and i bet they wanna hit that (hit that)
it’s the life that i live, and the way i be gettin’ money and ballin’ you would think i was
flawless (flawless), i’m a boss of the bosses but i gotta look over my back, because the streets be the
office (office), and the secretary be the tec and erry secondary n*gga hand, wreckin’ every n*gga
legendary (legendary), be too steady when the drama get too heavy
when you ready hit you everywhere and get you your obituary (obituary)
’cause i done had too many breaks, i need to get up out the game, before i become a victim (victim)
i’m hustlin’ twenty*four seven 365, ’cause n0body can get ’em cheap as i can get ’em (i can get ’em)
so i gotta take a break and go somewhere and live it up but i can’t if i’m on probation (probation)
don’t wanna be inside bars with a celly bought a five*star telly when i’m on vacation…

[chorus: marques elliot]
spendin’ most of my time, on this hustle and grind (yeahhh)
but lord knows gotta get away, get awaaaaay
spendin’ most of my time, on this hustle and grind (yeahhh)
but lord knows gotta get away (get away), gotta get awaaaaay (way)
verse 2 (d*loc):
lord knows that i gotta get away ’cause that’s the remedy
and if i don’t get away from all of this negative energy
n*ggas gon’ make me have to go all over the top
gon’ make me have to asassinate you like j*f*kennedy
on a mission for the scrilla my life is the illest
and i’m spendin’ one hundred percent of my time in the kitchen
spendin’ time on the grind it got me feelin’ wicked and tense
but i gotta do whatever i gotta do to get ben*ja*mins
a lot of n*ggas talk about it but don’t really be about it
but n*gga we in the street with the heat ready for whatever
eat’n at the dinner table while we carryin’ paper
with a hundred round drum, that be chopping like a propeller
they gon’ be hollerin’ recipes to you and ya fellas
after the ambulance who tried to fill up ya cerebellum
spendin’ most of my time on my grind, and i’m destined to shine
just like a brand new diamond forever, for the n*ggas that clap and
n*ggas wanna hate me
because i’m the illest gorilla n*gga of body and k!lla my n*gga
fo’ sho, you rippin’ it whenever that they walk away from the city or people show him that hope
fakers and you p*ssy n*ggas y’all could never get up on my level
i’m a lyrical murderer that’ll send you right to the devil
with multiple personality like hyde and jekyll we ride forever
never thinkin’ about lookin’ back ’til heaven yo tell’em we need to get to steppin’

[chorus: marques elliot]
spendin’ most of my time, on this hustle and grind (yeahhh)
but lord knows gotta get away, get awaaaaay
spendin’ most of my time, on this hustle and grind (yeahhh)
but lord knows gotta get away (get away), gotta get awaaaaay (way)
[verse 3: dalima]
i’m stuck up in the city with a n*gga so don’t give a f*ck i’ll literally k!ll ya (literally k!ll ya)
especially with the semi*automatics that’ll detonate to you look unfamiliar (lookin’ unfamiliar)
so whenever i’m bustin’ like a chopper there’s nothin’ to stop or even try to shield ya (try to shield ya)
so whenever dalima get to rappin’ i’m a light ’em like a kerosene builder
so try to say that’s a negative (you’re psychotic)
energetic neurotic figure of rage
when i’m off of the liquor i’m lookin’ demented like f*ck with me
and see what’ll happen if you n*ggas get in the way
(i ain’t never been a n*gga to get mixed up)
so i’m grabbin’ heat and c*ckin’ back the hammer ’til it release
i’m a b*tch this n*gga runnin’ with the murderous feet
reppin’ kansas city ’cause i’m f*ckin’ we got the heat, and i gotta get mine
so whenever you see me shine, at the drop of a dime, because of my popular rhymes
then it should be a sign, dalima really is the rhyme, you can look in my eyes and literally see a lion
(i’m on tv), for the record, better check, with the next one, ’cause the best that they come is me
haven’t you n*ggas figured out d*loc & dalima gettin’ with twista is a murder everybody wanna see?

- twista d loc dalima marques elliot lyrics

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