The Get Back Freestyle by Hugh Heff Lyrics
[Intro]
The nine on me like a baca
One shot will turn your noodle into pasta
I'm a Puerto Rican mixed up with a rasta
And only real niggas on my roster (woah!)
It's Heff
10 Deep ENT
Hav waddup
Keif I see you (uh)
[Verse 1: Heff]
They say do it for the gram
I ain't gone do it
Ever since a youngin' a nigga always went through it
Father wasn't there, my mother
Always getting high
Grandmother struggled just to keep a young nigga fly
I took the shit into my own hands
Started out four grams of that Lohan
God dealt me the cards, I played my own hand
Try me and niggas steal ya window like bro man
Money be the route to all evil so get ya weight up
These niggas bitches easy to score
Like a layup
Niggas throw subs on the gram but don't at me
Fuck a Grammy nigga I do this for my family
My brother in the jam facing two cause his P.O
Scared to put a nigga in the game like I'm D. Rose
Money bags under my eyes, no time to sleep
I spent that 20k and made the shit back in a week nigga (I really did that)
The nine on me like a baca
One shot will turn your noodle into pasta
I'm a Puerto Rican mixed up with a rasta
And only real niggas on my roster (woah!)
Put my connect up on his feet
80 bands, I used to move that every week
Niggas steal nickles and dimes, that shit week
BQE, I'm switching lanes, hit Perfections for a freak nigga
When it come to the money, I don't play 'round
I was calling for them birds like A-Town
A nigga try and rob me, he getting laid down
Had the deuce deuce, I upgraded to the trey-pound
I used to fuck bitches in the rental
LES breed, I was raised in the ghetto
Smith P's where I came from, keep it a hunnid
I can teach you bitches how to ball, Pat Summitt
I play for the green, I'm number 1, Mic Vic
Ray Allen from the line, nigga, I don't miss
I'm putting in work like tommy with no job
Got a ratchet bitch named her Keisha with the nose job
Always had hoes, so, fuck is ya telling me
Bitches in and out of the crib, Bill Bellamy
Grams for a dime, had the hood in a frenzy
A hundred sixty an O, nigga, I'm not stingy
I'm shooting 40. Cal, nigga feel like 40 rounds
I am the father, you my son, I feel like Maury now
You hating niggas need some pussy, give ya shorty rounds
Shoot 'em like a buzzer beater, feel like Robert Horry now
I might take a selfie with ya bitch
Way before a check I been rich
40 on me but I ain't Shawn Kemp
And won't miss I'm Reggie Miller with the grip
(40 on me but I ain't Shawn Kemp, and won't miss I'm Reggie Miller with the grip x2)
The nine on me like a baca
One shot will turn your noodle into pasta
I'm a Puerto Rican mixed up with a rasta
And only real niggas on my roster (woah!)
It's Heff
10 Deep ENT
Hav waddup
Keif I see you (uh)
[Verse 1: Heff]
They say do it for the gram
I ain't gone do it
Ever since a youngin' a nigga always went through it
Father wasn't there, my mother
Always getting high
Grandmother struggled just to keep a young nigga fly
I took the shit into my own hands
Started out four grams of that Lohan
God dealt me the cards, I played my own hand
Try me and niggas steal ya window like bro man
Money be the route to all evil so get ya weight up
These niggas bitches easy to score
Like a layup
Niggas throw subs on the gram but don't at me
Fuck a Grammy nigga I do this for my family
My brother in the jam facing two cause his P.O
Scared to put a nigga in the game like I'm D. Rose
Money bags under my eyes, no time to sleep
I spent that 20k and made the shit back in a week nigga (I really did that)
The nine on me like a baca
One shot will turn your noodle into pasta
I'm a Puerto Rican mixed up with a rasta
And only real niggas on my roster (woah!)
Put my connect up on his feet
80 bands, I used to move that every week
Niggas steal nickles and dimes, that shit week
BQE, I'm switching lanes, hit Perfections for a freak nigga
When it come to the money, I don't play 'round
I was calling for them birds like A-Town
A nigga try and rob me, he getting laid down
Had the deuce deuce, I upgraded to the trey-pound
I used to fuck bitches in the rental
LES breed, I was raised in the ghetto
Smith P's where I came from, keep it a hunnid
I can teach you bitches how to ball, Pat Summitt
I play for the green, I'm number 1, Mic Vic
Ray Allen from the line, nigga, I don't miss
I'm putting in work like tommy with no job
Got a ratchet bitch named her Keisha with the nose job
Always had hoes, so, fuck is ya telling me
Bitches in and out of the crib, Bill Bellamy
Grams for a dime, had the hood in a frenzy
A hundred sixty an O, nigga, I'm not stingy
I'm shooting 40. Cal, nigga feel like 40 rounds
I am the father, you my son, I feel like Maury now
You hating niggas need some pussy, give ya shorty rounds
Shoot 'em like a buzzer beater, feel like Robert Horry now
I might take a selfie with ya bitch
Way before a check I been rich
40 on me but I ain't Shawn Kemp
And won't miss I'm Reggie Miller with the grip
(40 on me but I ain't Shawn Kemp, and won't miss I'm Reggie Miller with the grip x2)