Get Yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
I am not a prisoner of war
But you've inflicted violence on my heart
Shoulda made up before you all raised us
Look away, nah
Look at what you caused
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya (uh)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya
Hopeless children, motion picture, photo finish
Roll the window, blow the indo, slow crescendo
Tunnel vision, making moulah, money mission
M's be on my mind, millions on my mental
Bundle up, the storm is coming mister mister
Frigid winters, temperatures in mid-December
Ay, competition shooting, yeah, this self-inflicted
I ain't get the memo, ooh, I must've missed it
Not a pot to piss in plus my palm is itching
Ivan Drago dropped Apollo, watch Adonis plot for vengeance
Lord save the children
Who drew a self-portrait and it portrayed a villain
Only right that we all make a killing, nigga
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya (uh)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya
Ay, daddy told me aim up high (uh)
Shoot down every image they sent you (yeah)
Living out by the margins
Can't be fitting inside no stencil (yeah)
Ride with a clique, I wouldn't switch sides
If it's half-time, listen, I bet you (yeah)
Mama raised her a lil' angel but damn this game is a wicked example, uh
I just reciprocate it, baby, lemme give you a sample, uh
I know if I go eye for an eye I get a bitch handled, uh
Bantu-knotted warrior princess roll a swisher
Hold you like a trophy though, there's no contender
Not a pot to piss in plus my palm is itching
Ivan Drago dropped Apollo, watch Adonis plot for vengeance
Lord save the children
Who drew a self-portrait and it portrayed a villain
Only right that we all make a killing, nigga
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya (uh)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya
Just get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya, uh
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Gotta get yours
Get ya, get ya, get ya
'Fore this life'll get ya
If there's anything history tells us
During wartime and in victory dances
You see what I'm saying?
How do you take an African child?
And by the time that child is fifteen
Have it operating against its own interests and its own people
Our radio, music and talk shows
Radio, let's first talk about the music that they play
We're Africans and the village that they control
The musical diet of the people
If you control the musical diet of the people
You can get inside their heads
And leading them into doing things
And accepting norms and moral codes that are not theirs
If I hear you speak, I want to hear exactly what's in your heart
Teaching us the keys to survive
Then cut our arms off and say, "Reach for the sky"
Fight fear with fear like fighting fire with fire
In the end we both burn down to the ground