My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch  My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch  My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps  My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats    The wires the taps the traps  Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax  When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'  Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I love her  On top of that the i the r the s   Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest   Fo' tax evasion, fake identification  Up under alias number skipped bail  Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail  An' told some stuff  Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff  When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers  Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers  Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor   Did he blast first an' ask questions later  I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling  Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him    [Chorus]  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races  My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim    After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla   I found myself in South Dakota  All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the block   hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks  Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots  Greasin' an' cleanin' my glocks   Cookin' an' throwin' away pots  Coppin' an' orderin' chops  Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock  Scheming an' plottin' my knots  Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks  Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up  An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch  Servin' flour in a drought  I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck out  Already it's heavy I'm hurtin'  Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person   Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head  Instead it hit me in my leg burstin'  Who got a band-aid   Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical  I'm in this pal for quite sometime  Now I been wanted for a little while  Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings]    [Chorus]  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races  My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim    The grays the hounds the bussies   Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky   Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga  Stressin' poppin' pills  Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the chills  Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons  Got mo' scrilla' than I done count blessings  Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons  Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's  Ya get mopped as far as weapons   I ain't neva been no sucka in life  Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice  Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be exact  On the streets I'm nothin' but up in here   I'm under dat act    [Chorus]  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out  Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out  The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races  My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim