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Let Me Get Down (feat. G-Dep, Craig Mack & Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott) (2005 Remaster)
The Notorious B.I.G.; G-Dep; Craig Mack; Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott
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To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand
The alcoholic man, inject a tall can
In his bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the fanny stroker
Emcee provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh?
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl blowin' gas, I'm smackin' her
The raw rapper, spine snapper
With the little ass on my lapper
You know the flavor, mack
A shy nigga, but I ain't your fuckin' comforter
And if I ever fall in love, I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask my nigga Puff if I didn't jook her
If she try to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her
Why you wanna
Play your games on me, bitch, you crazy?
Commitments, I'm Swayze, no time for the ill shit
Rest with the niggas on that real blood spill shit
My rappin' tactics are drastic
Stretchin' niggas like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree
You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (Ah)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna get a little)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little)
Yo, R. Z even said, "Fuck rap"
Asked me the reason, and I said, "Loot"
Man, that's all I'm here for
Therefore, when death declares war
You know what to prepare for
Shit, run for shelter, book flights in Delta
Live on your station, the radiation'll melt your cool
I guess your mama raised a fool
You didn't wanna blaze your tool, shoulda stayed in school
Nigga, rap terror, shots through your New Era
Get it together, you niggas shoulda knew better
I'm on point like acupuncture
I might track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
Left side, right side, with your ho I might slide
Runnin' with this big guy, y'all niggas is pint-sized
Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound
And show you the sound that'll put you low in the ground
Just let me get down
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (What?)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little, what?)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna get a little, what?)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
I be like, "What?" Let me clear my throat
Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
Hey, yo, from coast to coast
I burn like toast, so dope that I floats through snow
Oh, you don't wanna battle me
The agony be like, "Somebody help me, please"
Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
In any weather, I biddy bang bang in your ass, aha
I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop
Now I pop through your body parts, brah, brah
You like the way I interact
Proceed to smack any MC that's wack, aha
Microphone check, one-two, I'll do you too
Like them freaks run through your crew
Give it to me, oh, send it to me, oh
But before I get down, where's my money? Let me get down
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (What?)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna get a little)
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little)
Wig, ha
The Rockafeller, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, motherfuckin' pedigree, bitch-ass nigga
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