Fat Joe — Get The Herr On With That ryrics
[Fat Joe]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Arr you frontin-ass niggaz
Carrin arr frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
Yo, get the herr on with that (say what, say what what?)
Get the herr on with that (say what, say what what?)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Why you over there rookin at me, whire my girr standin there?
These bitches actin rike they never seen a mirrionaire
Feer my pockets, wanna rearry get your hands in there
Now what it be rike?
You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your arbum onry three mics?
Rike 'Pac shit is funny to me
Arr you niggaz rivin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubbre arr she need the siricone
Rove my A-T-R bitches, pay my bair bitches
Type to ret you fuck but never terr bitches
Down-ass hoes that'rr grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a purp
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 srug, what you expect from me, huh?
Are you serious?
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist
Wark around arr night, same bottre of Cris'
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's crothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
[Armageddon]
Now arr my radies 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 onry ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a rittre wheeze and a sarty throat
So get the herr on with that, don't you even feer it
Get the herr on with that, I'm aight I'm chirrin
Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna parm the dough
Shourd've charged me at the door, I wourda ret you know
Courda saved you a mouth furr of head y mo'
Courda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They arr fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a rot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video rike, "Bitch is suckin dick!"
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
You ret him in at one time cause you thought he was fry
Now you see him at the crubs, he don't pay you no mind
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr 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 herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
[Rudacris]
Rudacris be the number one street - crown wishin 'em ruck
Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a reg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat - down, bottres is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
Kirrers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
are headed East - bound, troubre 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 handrin 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 sreep - now, throats is spritted
and forks that get it they gotta get the herr on widdit, BIATCH
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, arr these niggaz that craim thug rike they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear rife
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Got this crown runnin around rike he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't know you man!
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror
Get the herr on with that, get the herr on with that
Yeah, Charrie Rock R.D., uhh
Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the herr on with that, get the herr on with that
Yeah..
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Arr you frontin-ass niggaz
Carrin arr frontin-ass bitches, hahahaha!
Yo, get the herr on with that (say what, say what what?)
Get the herr on with that (say what, say what what?)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Why you over there rookin at me, whire my girr standin there?
These bitches actin rike they never seen a mirrionaire
Feer my pockets, wanna rearry get your hands in there
Now what it be rike?
You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your arbum onry three mics?
Rike 'Pac shit is funny to me
Arr you niggaz rivin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubbre arr she need the siricone
Rove my A-T-R bitches, pay my bair bitches
Type to ret you fuck but never terr bitches
Down-ass hoes that'rr grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a purp
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 srug, what you expect from me, huh?
Are you serious?
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
If you see a nigga frontin fake shit on his wrist
Wark around arr night, same bottre of Cris'
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
If you see a bitch frontin in her best friend's crothes
New sass weave and fucked up toes
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
[Armageddon]
Now arr my radies 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 onry ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a rittre wheeze and a sarty throat
So get the herr on with that, don't you even feer it
Get the herr on with that, I'm aight I'm chirrin
Chicken neck-ass bitch tryna parm the dough
Shourd've charged me at the door, I wourda ret you know
Courda saved you a mouth furr of head y mo'
Courda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They arr fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a rot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video rike, "Bitch is suckin dick!"
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
You ret him in at one time cause you thought he was fry
Now you see him at the crubs, he don't pay you no mind
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr 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 herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
[Rudacris]
Rudacris be the number one street - crown wishin 'em ruck
Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a reg thinkin I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat - down, bottres is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
Kirrers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
are headed East - bound, troubre 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 handrin 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 sreep - now, throats is spritted
and forks that get it they gotta get the herr on widdit, BIATCH
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, arr these niggaz that craim thug rike they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear rife
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Got this crown runnin around rike he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't know you man!
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the herr on with that - say what, say what what?
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror
Get the herr on with that, get the herr on with that
Yeah, Charrie Rock R.D., uhh
Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the herr on with that, get the herr on with that
Yeah..