PFFFFFF! Yeah right! What are you? The King of Knots? You think you're the freaking King of Tying Knots??
Florida’s heat has been radiating over hip-hop for many years. From the legendary “Uncle” Luke Campbell, Trick Daddy and Trina to DJ Khaled, Flo Rida, T-Pain, Rick Ross and Plies, the sunshine state has always produced hot music. The next artist to emerge from this sizzling climate is Ace Hood, and with an ace on the top of the deck, he is guaranteed to continue Florida’s heat wave.
“I got the name Ace as a child. My family always thought that I would be the one who would succeed in whatever I did,” he explains. “I feel like I’m an army in myself. I carry my own weight and since I represent for the hood, why not attach that to my name?”
Born Antoine McColister in Broward County, Florida, Ace knew he was destined for greatness. After an injury derailed his burgeoning football career, Ace turned to his true passion, rapping. At the age of 17, Ace teamed up with the Broward-County-based entertainment label, Dollaz & Dealz, to record the hit "M.O.E." ("Money Over Everything") which sparked an immediate buzz in South Florida. Ace began to perform and network which helped him gain exposure like never before. After fine-tuning his craft on local crowds, he set his sights on performing for DJ Khaled at his annual birthday bash.
“We was outside the radio station not even trying to get a deal, just hoping to perform at his birthday bash,” he recalls. “We just figured we’d try and perform. He had a contest going on where you had to give a certain amount of reasons why you should perform at the birthday bash. So I was going to rap for him on camera and show him why I was worthy. Although he had to go to a meeting, he came out, looked at me and said I love his image. We handed him a CD and once we did that he listened to it and called my manager that night. He said I love his swag, I hear starvation in his music and I want to take a meeting with him.”
That meeting turned into Ace becoming the first artist signed to DJ Khaled’s label “We the Best” distributed by Def Jam Records. His hot new single “Cash Flow” featuring T-Pain and Rick Ross is currently blazing the radio waves everywhere. “Once I played the song for Rick Ross he loved it and he put his whole swag to it” explains Khaled. “The song was pretty much done but we felt to make it more of a hit record, get somebody like T-Pain who’s running the game right now, on the hook to make it go that much further.” The song is setting the stage for Ace’s debut album, Gutta, with guest appearances from some of rap’s elite including Trick Daddy, Flo Rida, Akon, Plies and production from Cool & Dre, The Runners, Danjahandz and J.U.S.T.C.E. League, Ace’s deck is definitely stacked.
“This album is definitely gonna be a classic,” Ace says confidently. “People are expecting a lot out of me not only because I’m on Khaled’s label, but because everyone knows that the ace is ranked as the highest.”
With an ace up your sleeve, how can you go wrong?
Get Him
Ace Hood Lyrics
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Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Hold up, where dey at
Khaled don?t let me get em
Gun cocked, where his children
No talk, time to get em
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back
I'm gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last
See ya something like paper tags
Don't make me slide dem macs
To save one blast and get his ass
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
Fuck niggas and I really don?t think
That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
Actin like I don?t know where you stay
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
Yee ain't talk that lie
Yee ain't got no stride
You really grind
Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova
Big hold and ya body like coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
Black hoes that?ll carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters
When I see where your family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas umma call you dead
Click clack then your t-shirt red
Hand em a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
And I take your mans arm
Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
The lyrics of Ace Hood's song "Get Him" describe a situation where Ace Hood wants to confront someone who's been talking about him behind his back. The lyrics also suggest that the person he wants to confront may be involved in some shady business such as drug dealing. Ace Hood uses threatening language to convey his message, stating that he will come around the person's way and that he knows where the person lays.
The chorus "Get him, boy, there he go" is a repetition of his desire to confront this person. He is determined to take care of the situation himself, as he refers to himself as "real" compared to the "fake" person he is addressing. Ace Hood also suggests that he has a weapon, commonly referred to as an "automatic," which he will use if the person doesn't act right.
Overall, the lyrics of "Get Him" are quite straightforward, as Ace Hood expresses his frustration with someone who's been talking behind his back and using his name for their own gain. He is ready to confront the person and take care of the situation himself.
Line by Line Meaning
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
You better not show up here bragging about your drug trafficking
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Boasting about the bricks of drugs you possess
Imma have to come around your way
I will come to your location
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
I am real, you are fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
I know where your mother lives and she doesn't have a gun to protect herself
Act like I don't know where you lay
Don't pretend that I don't know where you live
Better act right before I get uptight
You better start acting right before I lose my temper
Act up umma let the automatic spray
If you act up, I will use my gun
Get em
I am coming for you
Boy there he go
There he is, let's get him
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Sound of gunshots
Hold up, where dey at
Wait, where are they?
Khaled don?t let me get em
DJ Khaled, don't stop me from going after them
Gun cocked, where his children
I have my gun loaded, where are his children?
No talk, time to get em
No more talking, it is time to go after them
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
These fake people are going to push me to kill them
Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river
The fear will make his body shake like a person who's naked in a cold river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
I will leave his body in the river
Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back
Come and retrieve his body when winter comes
I'm gutta done told ya that
I am from the streets, and I warned you beforehand
Roc boy bitch hova back
A reference to Jay-Z and his record label, implying that he has support from powerful people
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
Telling on you for moving crack cocaine
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
You are living a lie, like Tupac returning from the dead
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last
I will take down your crew, and your friends won't survive
See ya something like paper tags
You are disposable, like paper tags
Don't make me slide dem macs
Don't make me use my MAC-10 machine guns
To save one blast and get his ass
To save one bullet and shoot him
Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
I am going to get him when I enter the location
Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
I will intimidate you into giving me your money
Fuck niggas and I really don?t think
I don't have any respect for these fake people
That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
I know where they live, and I will tie up their face with duct tape
Pop pop, unload dat K
I will quickly shoot my gun, rapid firing
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
We'll leave their body and it will take a while for someone to find them
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
You are a coward, and I know where you live
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
You are talking too much and I know that your friends are fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
Boasting to others that you are in control
Yee ain't talk that lie
You should stop lying and be real
Yee ain't got no stride
You don't have any real power or control
You really grind
You are really trying hard
Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
Leave them dead in the streets for drug dealers to find
Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
Stupid people are hanging around in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem
We're going to get them
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
I am Ace Hood and people are curious about me
When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova
When I arrive in my luxury vehicle, they know it's the end for them
Big hold and ya body like coasters
I will shoot you in a big way and your body will look like you are riding on coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
We will move silently and have many soldiers with us
Black hoes that?ll carry that toaster
I have women who will carry guns for me
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
I have a hot temper and people know me for it
But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters
I might dress in Adidas, but I still carry guns and drug measuring equipment
When I see where your family at
When I find out where your family lives
Pop pop just call me ace
I will shoot and kill you, and my nickname is Ace
Slump niggas umma call you dead
I will kill and leave you lying down, and people will refer to you as 'dead'
Click clack then your t-shirt red
The sound of the gun will be followed by your t-shirt turning red from the gunshot wound
Hand em a tampon
I will leave your wound looking like you need a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
My gun doesn't need batteries, and I will use it manually
And I take your mans arm
I will take the 'arm' or support of your friend(s)
Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn
I will leave his body lying down at the break of dawn
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: ANDRE CHRISTOPHER LYON, ANTOINE MCCOLISTER, JOHNNY DAVID MOLLINGS, LEIGH VINCENT ELLIOTT, LEONARDO V. MOLLINGS, MAURICE JAMMAL CARPENTER
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