2pac F- Heavy D Grand Puba Notorious Big Let`s Get It On Lyrics

Let`s Get It On Lyrics

[Heavy D] 

 Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin

 This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig

 I'm talkin about from this side to that side 

 East side, West side, your side, my side

 It's all about being funky man

 Aiyyo give me that microphone

 It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it 

 and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th 

 where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff

 Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again

 Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again

 You see me on your MTV and on your BET 

 and on your local focal point video show

 Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle

 No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs 

 cause they still my people 

 I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me

 They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up 

 Let's get it on! 

   

 [chorus]x2 

 Untouchables at your door 

 (Let's get it on) 

 All you wack rappers hit the floor 

 

 [2pac]

 How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's

 Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed

 I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin

 thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink

 Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's

 They after a playa but I won't let em capture me

 I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nigga team 

 I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams (deamons)

 I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber

 Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger

 Rollin down a ?? beware of stangers 

 Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does

 I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone

 From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam

 Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me 

 before the penitentiary 

 Let's get it on!! 

        

 [chorus]x2 

 Untouchables at your door 

 (Let's get it on) 

 All you wack rappers hit the floor 

 

 [Grand Puba]

 I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do 

 I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!" 

 I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C

 I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps 

 and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin

 So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking

 Niggaz got more game than Genesis

 Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C 

 but them youth don't trouble we 

 because they fall victim to what they see hey! 

 I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song 

 but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on

 (hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea 

 

 [Notorious B.I.G.] 

 Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to 

 get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious 

 *cough, cough)*

 Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower 

 Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower 

 B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets 

 and your sock it's just the way my pops taught me 

 When you throw the drop check em throughly 

 The bastard might spin around and try to bury me

 And dead niggaz don't make no moves

 When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight

 Reminiscin on my swingin days 

 when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves

 Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits

 Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute

 Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown

 Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down

 Face down you know the routine the cream

 Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring

 Let's get it on