Get Me

“Here I am..”
“Here I am..”
“Here I am..”
“Oooh, yeah, here I am..”
“Come and get me!” {*echoes*}

[Twista]
On a rainy day die early morn’, my lethal legacy was born
I see any rapper around, ‘bout the fuckin mics I left torn
But they won’t give me all my peeps, and there’s only one shot to get G’s
Get love for my MC’s at home, but some of them still hate on me
Look how many years I done repped, hustled through the streets in the cold
It’s fire but our first rap as ever, signed the contract a decade ago
Put Chi name on records in the East, put Chi name on records in the West
Put Chi name on records in the South, bitch how you gon’ open your mouth?
To the motherfuckin industry, why you hate on me and my city?
Would it be an imbalance of power if y’all let Chi niggaz get cheese?
Or is it us holdin us back? Think hard when you rollin your sack
Whatever the case my Chi nigga, if it’s in my means I got yo’ back
What the fuck’s really goin on, does the magazine know we on?
Don’t he already know we established myself as Twista Corleone?
Well I’m holdin my city down, ain’t goin nowhere, here I stand
You know where I am if you hate me {“Come and get me!