Uncle Murda - Tryna Get It Lyrics

I got so much to lose
But I got so much to prove oh
And i die for the shit
Im tryna get it it ain't over til i get it
I'm just tryna pour up
Drive a four in my Spider get my night away
All i need is more money
And we make my shooters take your life away
Hey, Tryna Get it

Growing up I ain't had nothing
But beef in the streets
CBD way i was creeping with he
Now it's team lady these
Bitches be going crazy
Can't stop til my moms is
Pushing that new mercedes
But lately Ive been feeling like Mike jack
Im thriller Im thriller man you
Can't get that light back
These niggas woulda start it they like rats
On a coreside with spy cat
I mean they really on a
Coreside with spikes at
I tell em double down we like
That We gon' get it
Since a youngin making money then
I had to flip it i had to split it with my
Niggas they was always with me
I had a dollar me and Ty split it 50 50
The definition of a G and you
Can see it in me i been to jail been to war
Ain't no bitching in me
All i see is dollar signs
When I'm in that bentley
Team made it we the mob tell
Them come and get me

You thought it was bad well
It got worse today
I just circulate my circle
War in your circulade
We hit the club pouring up and throw like 30k
Then hit the hood and shoot a
Vid and bring out 30k
Now off the murder way
Browns build up the murder rate
No reversal brakes with this drive
Can't get no verses breaks
Now your life at stake
These my A1 niggas my day one
Niggas will take your life away
I don't know who gon' die next
Bloods killing bloods like homie
Ain't down my set
Lil niggas playing with guns getting killed
Mothers can't afford to bury their sons
(she on welfare) i wanna kill a cop and
Brag about it on Worldstar
And make em pull it up on a tight box
Like GMG and DOD got a cop shot


Im tryna get it put on for the fam
So we can expand it always
Been part of the plan
Well f*ck for the gram and no
I dnt uck with these bitches
We just stunt on them haters right
In front of their bitches
I'm young and i'm gifted
I'm blessed and i'm privileged
Two dead homies want me on i
Regret i ain't list this
I thought i told them this is
More than just the music
Now the dynasty is emerging we
Made history through the movement
One finger up high two guns in the sky
They hoping i fail im hoping they die
Got criminal ties this how criminals fly
In the at night where my criminals cry
KOB the recruiter dOD is them shooters
The boy tweezie will squeeze
And tell smurda to rooger
Only winners no losers drug money abusers
To the top of the world
Need a mountain to move us