Let`s Get It Lyrics

Let`s Get It lyrics

[Black Rob - almost mumbling]

Attack like a Rottweiler 

But worse den a
Rottweiler 

Cause da Rottweiler soft



[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, see what I told ya

Said I'd 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 but you lookin

Once I throw the hook you proceed to
get cookin

With the game when the soldiers shit

you came, thought that I
owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
stinking?

Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled

It's a big
chance, big pants, might guard him 

with my man's type cargo

Better
learn quick, cause my clique don't argue 

You ain't my crew, who are you? 
Beat it

'Fore we take off make sure you all seated

Billboard read it
believe it



(Chorus)



[G-Dep]

Soul Controller, rap
Ayatollah

Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller

I'm
registered voter, motherfuck a quota

Give some bakin soda and a
quarter

Bet I flow straight up out the water

I'ma wreck the game til it
say out of order

Put the high score up, 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]

Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I
run this city

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

Cats
wanna leave me for dead you comin with me

Gettin 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 Hulkin
like Bruce did

Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make
raps and tracks and go Harlem

I get worldwide coverage

I 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 "A" block in Sing Sing

Almost caught a buck
fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen

Moves for paper, booze 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)