That’s What You Get

[Verse 1: 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
(They niggas who talk shit get put on they back)
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

[Chorus]
That's what you get
That's what you get

That's what you get
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That's what you get
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That's what you get
That's what you get

[Verse 2: Lil 1/2 Dead]
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 1/2 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

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge: Lil 1/2 Dead]
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

[Verse 3]
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 1/2 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

[Chorus]
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