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The Alchemist

"Get at Me"

[Man talking]
I saw him, I saw him
There he is right over there, over there(I see him)
Okay...I got a message for you infamous
You tell that son-of-a-b*tch he's made a big mistake
And you tell him personally...from me!
And stay outta here!

[Havoc]
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...
Real loaded, in the flesh
And we know where we aimin
Check me out...

Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed n*gga
I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type n*gga
Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter
With the gat, I'm like Basquiat paintin that picture
Listen to the words, take it as a jewel
If I'm f*ckin your 'burb, just maintain cool
Cause I won't take a L, whether in your crib or the outside world
Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail
Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em
Get at me, you and what army?
The fashion-ass n*ggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift
Man down, n*gga it's the same sh*t
n*ggas like kids and I don't play with 'em
Go get your father, n*gga, the smart decision
And I'm picking n*ggas off with the sharp precision(pow)
n*ggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin

[Hook]
[Havoc (Prodigy)]
(Get at me)
n*ggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
n*ggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
n*ggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
n*ggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be

[Prodigy]
Yeah, n*gga what's beef?
Shotties and macks, little two-shots
Four pounds and techs, arms and chest
Bag your strength, n*gga them bombs and fists
Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on
Just move on them n*ggas with excessive force
And don't stop 'til them n*ggas don't move no more
Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles
Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle
Informers tell when snitches snitch
f*ck them, buck more shots, get out that b*tch
Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out
Torch your house, stalk your kin, b*tches and friends
It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul
f*ck liquor, for my n*gga, we gon' pour some blood out
It's f*cked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down
My n*ggas is here, brace yourself

[Hook]

[Man talking]
Now we all get to know what it's like...
When some as*h*le's gonna step out of the dark
And blow your head off...
I want you to know what it's like to live that way

[Prodigy]
First of all, we the one and only...infamous
(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)
First of all, we the one and only...
'Til the name wear out

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