Get Bitches

[Intro:] 
  Yeh, you know it yeh 
  Detroit City 
  Guilty Simpson, clap it up y'all 
  Beats at will, yeah 

  [Verse 1:] 
  I don't really care what squad you wit 
  Cause a real nigga don't need sponsorship 
  And a posse don't make me hard 
  I'm a leader so I gotta play these cards and face these odds 
  Ain't no time to chase these broads 
  Tryin to get paper to create these jobs 
  And it's a fact when you're black that you don't know how to act 
  When your bellybutton's touchin your back, yeah 
  That's why a lot of us fuck with the crack 
  Cause it's the easiest way to double your stacks 
  And all the hoes scream "Where the hustlers at?" 
  Usually the pretty chick with the bubble in back 
  Word to Dilla dawg I'ma get it all 
  Combination safe behind the picture on the wall 
  Even though moms raised me right 
  I swear to God rap shit saved my life 

  [Chorus:] 
  Yeah, all the people in the back sippin 'gnac 
  We representin for y'all niggaz, do it!  ("clap your hands") 
  C'mon, it's a party 
  ("You and you and you to clap your hands") Everybody 
  All my people with the drinks in your cups 
  Turn the muh'fuckers up and go nuts 

  [Verse 2:] 
  My mood swings like pendulums; I got two birds 
  One's a middle finger and trust me that's the friendly one 
  Because my Desert Eagle will kill all who envies him 
  We transport info quicker than Pentiums 
  I'm gutter, what I'm spittin is classic 
  So walk on eggshells or I bury you bastards 
  I rep the D, so when you speak about me 
  I'm the letter between C and E 
  In fact I'm the one between 3 and 3 
  With a smokin gun commitin B and E's 
  And I don't fake at all, all I can be is me 
  And if you don't like it I dare you to get excited 
  Detroit nigga my area is the tightest 
  The raps come easy, live it see it and write it 
  Drug war shoutout mentally sick men 
  Naturally my breed's equipped with thick skin 

  [Chorus]