Get ’Em Girls Cam'ron

[Verse 1]
Killa.. let's go
I get the boosters boostin', I get computers 'putin'
Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture their brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah
I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real ball story, the loser of "Hoosiers"
I rock mostly Dolce, I roll mostly dolie
I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly
Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind

[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll em (Get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flipping bricks
Get the rots and pits, tell em (Get 'em girls)
She acting feisty, getting sheisty
Call the wifey, tell her to (Get 'em girl)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em girls)