That's What You Get - Lil' 1/2 Dead

It’s a hot sunny day in the LBC

It’s me the H-E-L-D-A-N to the Z

Straight flipping the script on the strip

So come equipped with your .9 and your extra clip

'Cause every single day in my hood it’s on

Now how would you feel with this nina to your dome?

You gone!

For fucking with them BG’s, fucking with the small guys

Now you got black eyes and your punk ass realize

That you can’t, fuck with us little niggas no more

We going loony, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo

And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled?

By an loony BG hitting hard as steel, so chill

For a second while I wreck it on this track

And um, you don’t want to see me when I flip

So don’t be fucking with us little niggas, we ain’t to be fucked with

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

Now, just the other day a fool tried to trip

He ran up in my face, so I banked him in his lip

I had to show him I was small, but I was a hog

And then he ran up in my face again, I broke his fucking jaw y’all

He hit the motherfucking ground

And the whole pound gathered all around and put the mother fucking stomp down

Now, how do you feel punk nigga?

I’m standing over you with my finger on my trigger

Figure that you crazy jump up and get smoke like a joint

And ½ Dead will straight prove his point

To a nigga, a bitch, or a snitch, leave a motherfucker stitched

In the bottom of a ditch, if he switch

Up on a nigga from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H

I make you in the gate, while my skills elevate

And when you hit it, you better hit it quick

And don’t be fucking with us little niggas, we ain’t to be fucked with

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

Yeah, this song goes out to all you big niggas who be trying to punk us little

niggas.

We ain’t going out like that no more, this 9 fizzo, really doe,

big baby

Well the Eastside of LBC takes no slack

If you fuck with a nigga you’ll get put on your back

So I advise you to ride with your eyes wide

When you creeping and crawling, through the motherfucking Eastside

'Cause if a nigga catch you slipping, he will have your head

So listen up close to this nigga ½ Dead

And I’m telling you this from experience

Because now in 1994, all these big niggas is fearing us

Loony ass nigga from the LBC

Because nowadays none of you niggas can’t fuck with me, see?

And if you really really want to trip

I would leave 17 stitches in your upper lip

To let you know I got it going on

Cause I can kick this funky shit like all night long

And when I do it, I do it quick

And don’t fuck with us little niggas, we ain’t to be fucked with

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get