Fat Joe Get The Hell On With That feat. Ludacris & Armaggedon Lyrics

[Fat Joe]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All you frontin-a__ n____z
Callin all frontin-a__ b____es, hahahaha!
Yo, get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)
Get the hell on with that (say what, say what what?)
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin at me, while my girl standin there?
These b____es actin like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like?
You confused man, that s___ don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac s___ is funny to me
All you n____z livin b__my wasn't f___in with me
Now n____ get it on, soon you be dead and gone
Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A-T-L b____es, pay my bail b____es
Type to let you f___ but never tell b____es
Down-a__ hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the F-A-T, to the, J-O-E
Drink Cris' with the Feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G
Number one with a slug, what you expect from me, huh?
Are you serious?

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
If you see a n____ frontin fake s___ on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
If you see a b____ frontin in her best friend's clothes
New sass weave and f___ed up toes
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[Armageddon]
Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami, if you f___ for dough then you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin somethin from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat,
So get the hell on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the hell on with that, I'm aight I'm chillin
Chicken neck-a__ b____ tryna palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I woulda let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy Mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They all f___ some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, "b____ I sucked his d___"

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
You let him in at one time cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[Ludacris]
Ludacris be the number one street - clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm bout to make 'em break a leg thinkin I'm givin a f___
And you catch a beat - down, bottles is breakin, craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
and you hear the street - sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the n____z that want us
are headed East - bound, trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, they cover your mouth
I'm goin deep - down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
but I'm bout to reach - 'round grabbin my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin and havin some fun
They gotta keep - rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep - now, throats is splitted
and folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, b_____

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, all these n____z that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin for dear life
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Got this clown runnin around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't know you man!
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?
Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what?

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah, Charlie Rock L.D., uhh
Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that
Yeah..