Artist: Fiend Album: The Addiction Song: Gotta Get It Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus] I gotta get it, take it to the block I gotta get it, make it on the block And it ain't no stopping me Ain't no stopping me, unless you popping me I gotta get it, take it to the block I gotta get it, make it on the block And it ain't no stopping me Ain't no stopping me, unless you dropping me [Fiend] I come straight from the swamps Where we use to keep, sawed off pumps in the trunk Play pussy and you sprayed, like you aces are chumps Place the base and the plate, that was the cut From the soda that baked, and tell Jeezy soldier this is our fate I'm armed and a king, and I feel no harm when I pray But that don't mean, I hesitate to knock off more with a K Some say I'm scorned, better light of day Enough thorough creature only corner, when I like the hay Fighting with the mighty, cigarette and Lewis That'll square we could do it, I don't care if you lose fluid You a lotto I pursue it, I'm po' and I'm use to it You done changed and it could change if I do it, screw it Catch you at the shopping mall, yeah I been watching y'all Your family ain't in the way, because I'm popping y'all Ain't nothing better, when the Fiend see money Not a crumb in the house, and I ain't never been this hungry [Chorus] [Fiend] I cut em down, and buck em down like P-E I shut em down when there's nothing around, there's nothing 'round Busting down tools, busting at these fools Split your shit like ooh, you mean something too I walk in the dark, went through your eyes to see what's off in your heart And the hood, know I'm rough from the start Will my trill real kill if they gotta, chasing bills to the mill in that Impala Flipping narcota', a down South rider Ain't nothing weak, but the niggaz we hunting If some'ing wreak, that's the niggaz we stuffing uh-huh All the mac's black, all the cash stacked All the crack packed, this is where we at Live by the facts, don't fuck with no rats Last one we snatched the cat, and he was missing his back I spit it real gutty, and leave your brains like silly puddy That's a good visual, up in the Dirty [Chorus] [Fiend] I'm on point, like a canopy top Showing lil' niggaz, this is how you handle a glock Granted or not, I'm the fucking man in my spot Sand or the rock, most of y'all woulda ran and just dropped Hot as it is on the block, I don't die Nothing but the FEDs and the cops, led in the shop 25 years in my socks, pops told me hustle till I can't sweat no more Bang till the bullets, ain't up in the tech no more Something to live by, die by In front of them people, tell the right lie My whoadie I don't gotta do five, he'll survive Or he'll survive, or we burn this bitch up I had a spot Uptown, and then I switched up Moved it to CPT, and got them big bucks I jumped in the game, when I was 14 Just when you boys thought you know Fiend, go getter in my genes [Chorus]