2pac 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