Let`s Get It Lyrics

Let`s Get It lyrics

[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from
the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get
smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the,
what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already
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
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

(Chorus)
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 in proceed to get cookin
with the game
when I sewed it
Since you came thought 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 proper
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
In 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 niggaz in the drop thinks
cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from Estee 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 family my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs
and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
I 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 comin around them
I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY, and
I'm filthy, c'mon

(Chorus)

[Black Rob (Puffy)]
I be the
Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in e'ry 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 niggaz done
tried to play Rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the
wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' 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-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers
said I did it
(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get
it)

(Chorus) (x3)