Cell phone rang
Extremely urgent
My nigga real dirty said he needs detergent said he's feeling summer
That mean he's hot
So I got to meet him at the kayfabe spot
Seen my homie pull up in his ride
Said he had to hide
They wanted him for three homicides
Knew he had to make a hasty retreat
So he hit the street
He needed bread to eat
My homie asked me for a few stacks
Said he didn't know if he could ever pay it back
'Cause he had to go away and couldn't never come back
So he hollered at me first 'cause he knew I had his back
Told me that he needed a splack
He was holding a mac
About to go bust a jack
Said these niggas cooking up some crack
Was across the tracks
And he'd be right back
Know my homie was on the attack
Had to get what he lacked
No time to pack
Facing the chair now let's be rational
Can't flex to Georgia got to flee international
Show nuff my homie made it right back
With a duffle bag inside some bricks and crack
I hit him off with the stacks and patted him on the back
I said nigga hit the road and don't never look back
My nigga punched the gas and he ain't never look back
When you get it how you live man ain't no quitting it
Live life everyday out just getting it
You never know how its gonna play out
So if you can't pay out
Bitch you better stay out
Somebody's gonna die today I'm betting it
Out here living life just getting it
Getting it
Getting it
Out here living life just getting it
Out of towners coming down to Dade
They ain't from 'round the way
Up north is where they stay
Coming down to cop some bricks
But my man Javier wanna pull some tricks
Said he down the split the loot down the middle fifty fifty
Me and Javi go way back to state school in the eighties
Said we had to make it look real good
Like we was just some crazy killers coming out the hood
Right then
We all started laughing
Cause Javier knew we wouldn't be play acting
Bandanna on our face
Chopper in our hands
Everything went smooth
According to plans
Hit a couple of them cats with the butt of the gun
Now we out the door and on the run
Later on time to split up the pie
Nothing slick to try
Javier's my guy
Go to the motel step inside
Count out the divide
Return the dope supplied
Said Javier you don't look so fly
Sorry I put them stitches in your eye
He said go ahead on man
I ain't sweating it
This the kind of shit that happens when you getting it
Getting it
Getting it
Out here living life just getting it