Ron5E - Get Active (feat. LilSylla7l) Lyrics

Oh yeah, let's get at it, yeah, let's get, let's get it, uh-huh, let's get, let's get it
Steve-O go crazy, uh-huh, yeah, stop all that talkin', let's get at it
Niggas say he want my head and pussy make it happen
We marchin' down your block with Philly sticks, ain't never lackin

That bitch don't get me clappin', got him jumpin' out his jacket
They say they want some static, get him gone like we no magic
Stackin' ashes, paint for real, that bitch, you know we happen, yeah
Got these niggas mad as hell, they be broke as hell

They say they havin' paper shit, it's hard to tell
Pushin' down your block and escalate, you know we dumpin' shit
They come around the game, they renegade and they stay raisin' hell
I don't know why niggas pay like GMO

The opps speak on the game, we act some out like G.I. Joe
Bad boys say he got a stamp on the block, he is old
You can't speak on the game, we sendin' shots at niggas' throats
Uh, yeah, this Philly talk, it's gon' get ugly

That nigga said he want my head, but I can't let that happen
Four-seven got them niggas scared, so they gon' keep on rackin
So I'm comin' to the spot, we told them boys don't know how
When I get the power out off of these purls, the ceiling be blastin

And you know it's shots out the rear for young niggas' trailers in traffic
And I had to rock out Ratchett, hella shots out the boss and get nasty
Lil' run by the shooter out the caddy, and we puttin' bills to the ass on my daddy
Look, she gon' post it up in Kelly

I jump out the car, let off shots to the house, but I know I put hoes in the mattress
We did it so smooth, like we practice
I'm up on the East, I'm baddest, like baddest East
All them young niggas mad at me, can't leave out the house without a gun in my ski

And I be the first nigga hop out the Jeep, the first nigga look
Four-seven on me, the first nigga look
Four-seven on me, the first nigga look
Four-seven on me

And I got Boss on back, they diamond
Who the f*ck said we wasn't slidin'
Eddie Claus' sharks was shot when the time hit
Young niggas said that they killin' they lines

I watch that boy run from the gun when I add to the button
Oh shit, what a hell of a time
And we put a shake on the heart when the Drake get a stutter
And that young nigga dined

Now I'm at the door when the police be flyin
Drop all that talkin', let's get at it
Niggas say, you on my head and pussy make it happen
We marchin' out your block with fully sticks, ain't never lackin

That bitch gon' get a clap and call them jumpin', I ain't checkin
They said they want some static
And I'm goin' like we ain't no master, yeah
Stackin' up this paper, lil' bitch, you know we havin', yeah

God, these niggas mad as hell
They be broke as hell
They say they haven't paid, but still, it's hard to tell
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