Let`s Get It Lyrics

Let`s Get It lyrics

[Black Rob]

 *Mumbling*

 

 [G-Dep]

 Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly

 Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do

 When you ready, shit I was born ready, 

 And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti

 Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture

 If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches

 I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya

 If not burn it, get hot like a furnace 

 Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits

 We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)

 Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty

 Put it in the video

 Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go

 Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it

 Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit

 Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

 

 (Chorus)

 [G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]

 Make this money

 Take this money (Let's get it)

 Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)

 Ain't shit funny (uh)

 Shake it honey (Let's get it)

 Take it money

 Now let's get it (Let's get it)

 

 [G-Dep]

 Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal

 Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook

 With the game and the soldiers sit, 

 When I came, the game that I owed you one

 Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking

 Watch the task force task for look Marlboro

 It's a big chance, big pants, 

 Might guard him with my man's a type barber

 Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue 

 You ain't my crew, then who are you

 For we take off make sure that your seated

 Billboard read it believe it

 

 (Chorus)

 

 [G-Dep]

 Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older

 I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota

 Give some baking soda and a quota

 Man I flow straight up out the water, 

 I'm break this game till it say out of order

 Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up

 On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus

 Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler

 All the five quarters, headline supporters, 

 Hitting wives and daughters

 Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders

 Call Puffy to order

 

 [P-Diddy]

 Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, 

 Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me

 Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me

 Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty

 Straight lose it, love two things my money my music

 Might co-write and produce it

 Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did

 Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

 Make raps and tracks and go Harlem

 Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage

 Ya love it

 Make moves major, hide out in Asia, 

 If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her

 I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators

 NOT GUILTY

 Plus I'm filthy

 C'mon

 

 (Chorus)

 

 [Black Rob (Puffy)]

 I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano

 Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle

 Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel

 Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle

 Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob, 

 Quit they day job

 Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing

 If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

 Act like you gonna pull that thing thing

 You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling

 I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing

 Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

 Moves for paper, moves no chaser

 Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser

 Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it

 (He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) 

 

 (Chorus)  (x3)