Compton's Most Wanted

Compton's Most Wanted - I Gots Ta Get Over lyrics

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Dressed in black  dealing from bud to crack
 But the pusher don't know that I'm trying to scheme
 And if he let me get to close I might dope fiend
 Making snaps as he serves to the cluck bitches
 Rush your spot because I need the mutherfucking riches
 He dont know me  but geah I know the fool name
 Hooked him up with a hoodrat  y'all know the game
 Call me a sneaky little devil
 Rush his ass to the spot as I clock him with a shovel
 Dont wanna do it but I gots to kick down my kid
 And if I aint got what you got, I'm putting in my bid
 Jack you, jack your crew in your territory
 Crazy mutherfucker but its just another gang story
 Make the hit as I creep in the Nova
 Mutherfucker, cause I gots to get over

 First come, first serve
 Peel a nigga's cap if you got the nerve
 Geah, you don't work you dont eat is what the [huh?] say
 Don't wanna be broke so I work every damn day
 Jacking fools, hour after hour
 Like my homie Scarface I got the money and the power
 Dig in your ass, making that cash faster than a jack
 Give it up smooth or to your jaw I start to mack
 I needs the mutherfuckin snaps
 And since I grew up in a down hood, I gots to peel caps
 Call me a dark man, because I'm like a night creeper
 Clean up your set as I spray you with the street sweeper
 Too much hard times and I'm tired of taking
 I needs the mutherfucking green and I aint faking it
 You can run but can't hide, because I know ya
 And pretty soon, I'm a have to get over

 5-0 trying to run a fake jack move
 One times too dumb, I play it real smooth
 Out the back door a nigga belling
 "Freeze", as they cock the gats, is what they yelling
 Cant let them catch up because they'll ruin
 So I hops the fence in my fucking Patrick Ewing's
 Punk Eiht fool, thats a damn dud
 Can't get beat down with no damn billy clubs
 Shorter than short, gaffle me up
 Cause I'm to quick to let a sorry fool step on my dick
 Geah. Getting over on niggas real speedy
 In the city where everybodies greedy
 And now I'm at the end of my rope
 Police done caught me with an ass full of dope
 No more luck. I guess its true
 In the end you get fucked, no more getting over
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Language: English

Appearing on: Music to Driveby (1992)

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