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lirik lagu essentials crew - get over it

[verse 1: 2face the pharaoh]
real man, big boy, what’s the deal, man?
gonna hustle hard even if it k!lls man
never gonna give up ’til i make a mil’, man
put your hand up, all my people, if you feel, man
if times get hard, i might haffi peel man
got no choice, gotta pay the bills, man
k!ller mind and my heart’s made of steel, man
listened this sound, i felt ill, man
i am, ’cause you are my people
all capable, all made equal
the mic is my weapon so i’m lethal
essentials come like the beatles
i am, ’cause you are my people
all capable, all made equal
the mic is my weapon so i’m lethal
essentials come like the beatles

[verse 2: n.e]
i’m a creepy crawler, night time baller
daytime shotta, scams, n.e’s turned to bank robber
full~time mc, part~time chopper
right~hand man but left~hand shooter
never hold back, just pull the trigger
when they’re dead, extract that liver
we’ll take the package and deliver
www dot got shoob up
mic check, give that to me
hold this and get remerdee, what?
give that to me
what you got, blud?
give that to me
chops? chains? give that to me
anything i’ve got, i get cut lately
[?] take me lightly, what?
give that to me
[chorus: remerdee]
got papers? get over it
haters? get over it
avirex? get over it
now, what’s next? get over it
stop, get over it
i flopped? get over it
nah, i think not, get over it
i’m too hot, get over it
got papers? get over it
haters? get over it
avirex? get over it
now, what’s next? get over it
stop, get over it
i flopped? get over it
nah, i think not, get over it
i’m too hot, get over it

[verse 3: ?]
yo, s to the e to the t~e~r
setting it off for all the ravers
money~makers, drug takers, big players
don’t give a f~ck, yo, i hate them haters
trying to watch your grands
when they see you close, they wanna nudge your hand
yo, that’s all part of their plan, flex like they’re one of the mans
think they’re smart but nah fooling no man
you better fix up quick, catch my drift
gambinos are rolling forfeit
garage essentials and the clique
you know we got styles to make the crowd flip
get over it
get over it
get over it
all you motherf~ckers, get over it
[verse 4: remerdee]
you’re messing with a terrorist, enuh
got no bullets, gonna pull that trigger
newcomer, getting bigger
six zeros, lovely figure
true [?] stars, we’re really better
got more news, gonna make another
and another ’til i’m top
badboy, yeah, i’m never gonna stop
whoa, i’m trying to make big dough
so i’m gonna make more promos and
when you bump into me on road, yo
explode, it’s bound to get flip mode
brr, going on just too cold
too many tings get jacked and sold
i’m living my father’s role
my ancestors’ role; we looked for gold

[chorus: remerdee]
got papers? get over it
haters? get over it
avirex? get over it
now, what’s next? get over it
stop, get over it
i flopped? get over it
nah, i think not, get over it
i’m too hot, get over it
got papers? get over it
haters? get over it
avirex? get over it
now, what’s next? get over it
stop, get over it
i flopped? get over it
nah, i think not, get over it
i’m too hot, get over it
[verse 5: pepper?]
put your hands up and salute
big boy essentials doubling like a troop
we don’t shot, we just shoot
some man get nuked like [?], it ain’t no fluke
use the force just like luke
they’re jumping out of planes without a parachute
execute, spray mcs like bruce
and victory tastes like fruit
big man pon mic, no time for the yout’
if you chat sh~t then it won’t compute
silence, put your headsets on mute
if you wanna battle me, you will get the boot
for shizzle, my nizzle, words come like snoop
million dollar dream, yo, i’ve gotta make the loot
pass me the rizzle, let me bill up a zoot
coming in like the wind blows straight from a flute

[verse 6: k dot kidman]
who i am?
badder mc by the name of kidman
repping my land, what? south london
not a rudeboy, what? not a badman, what?
i’m a man, worst, i know i can
[?] when i’m on the mic stand
test any rude brudda wanna try come
draw for the mic and get done, end of the conversation
what? stop, quick, breeze, run
take a step back and i’ll blow like a bomb
jump on the riddim like a bullet from a gun
some say kidman the chosen one
lyrical kid, i’m the prodigal son
hot like the sun, nah, heavy like a ton
or [?]
mic in my hand ah my deadly weapon

- lirik lagu essentials crew

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