Get Out
Busta Rhymes

Verse 1:
Are you ready to get on
Who me?
I cause such a reaction, makin' all my people go, "Ooh wee!"
Just like a group of happy children
Yo, it's such a feelin'
To see all of my love ballers carry on now
Oh, see how I be gettin' so passionate
I get a thrill even when I bust my shit off by accident
The God bless glory
Success story
White boy better put a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I blow shit up, it's like a bomb fest for me
I get on last an' demolish everything before me
We run shit and that's a fact now
You're wack now
An' ain't no kind of turnin' back now
So relentless
I won't even let you fools finish a freakin' sentence
Call for the people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a trifflin' vengeance
Rep it like a winner
An' do away with every last one of you wack niggas

Chorus:
So (Get out)
If you's a fake just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police who try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Chick, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
An' if you frontin' like you really live (Get out)
An' you know you not (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)

Verse 2:
The one world alliance
Flipmode, the most reliant for the thorough guidance
On how to get most of this money like a secret science
Only the live soldiers allowed
There's nothin' you can do
Frontin' wit yo crew while you talkin' to corny chickens, too
Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest
So bless the spot before the thugs protest
One time
I hope ya'll know just what the motherfuck you're dealin' wit
Wit so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now
An' made it possible for streets to hold a stat now
An' become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach 'bout a thousand degrees Celsius
Hold on, bank this money, better roll on
Or sing a broke folk song
I'll be for so long
Paid wit a big brim hat just like a lamp shade an' bells
Wildin' in the truck, the joints will be for rent made
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk the fine line niggas
Sippin' fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas
With so much press it's like we did the illest crime niggas
What?
You know I'm like a local man, noble man
Turned global man
Rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man
An' when we come, you know we came to get it
An' what you need to do is bounce if you ain't rollin' wit it

Chorus:
So (Get out)
If you be frontin' just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police who try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
Please just (Get out of here)
Chick, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
An' if you frontin' like you really live (Get out)
An' you know you not (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)

Get out
Get out
Get out of here
(4 times)