The Inkredibles - Get It In lyrics

[Intro] Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on They cook your meals, they haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep Do not f** with us Inkredibles [Chorus: Ma**pike Miles] I live everyday like its my last Hustlin' to get this cash I get it in, get it in Whatever it takes, I get it in We gonna push to the limit on the grind 'til the clock stops tickin' 'Cause I get it in, get it in, whatever it takes, I get it in [Verse 1: The Jacka] I just push and push, smoking purple kush Every time you look, ridin' 'round with crooks Is you down with us? It's that sound you love We just loungin', uh, we just stylin', bruh Hope you crowding us, though we sold dope I got thousands but don't see no hope In a P-world, n***a, it is no joke 'Bout to hit another bank and a store, loc You don't see the warning post in the store bro? Can't let 'em catch a n***a, can't go home no more Gotta carry on, only the strong'll know What I'm really on, but it's time, the raw should know We out here thuggin' Wrong wit'cha, black? Why you out here strugglin'? Chrome on my lap, I ain't gotta say nothin' Just go on with the stack Never seen my face but my name is The Jack [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] We goin' hard for three days with no sleep In the streets, I can do this all week A lot of kush and syrup, my bottle be on steep So from sun up to sun down, I'm on the creep I won't stop 'til my casket is six feet But all the hatin' got me movin' around on the street I ain't goin' places as long as I'm on my feet But cross the line and your mama and your wife beat Jealousy got 'em both out spreading lies Instead of hustling they plotting on my demise All the while my mind is on cream pies I'm on the rise, my pockets bigger then Beyonce's thighs Damn, why they hating on a playa, mayne? f** 'em all, I'm just tryin to get that paper, mayne And I'm gonna get it any way that it come If you looking for me, I'll be in the streets like a bum [Chorus] [Verse 3: The Jacka] Here I come again with that thunder, mayne I'm gonna go to jail if they run my name So I'm outta there with that powder there Hear some gangsta been in custody and await appeal Come upstate, in Allah, my faith On the block with my nigz, up dumb-a** late Gettin' paper, shook the boys but I barely escape Eyes wide, not fly, but I'm barely awake Gettin' high and my memory's fading away But I remember all my n***as from back in the day For my n***a ridin' 'round foot, hop in the J Took a hit from the stick, we was lovin' it, boy 'Til this day I'm the sh** and I'm lovin' it, boy This street sh** mine, yeah, they lovin' the boy A couple s**as act like they don't know me no more But I never gave a f** 'cause this sh** ain't for you [Chorus]