Heavy D Grand Puba 2pac And 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 the nicotine 



I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things 



I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber



Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger



Rollin down the 4-0-5, 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: repeat 2X]



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 sockets 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 swinger 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