Let`s Get It lyrics

Artist  : G-dep 
Song : Let`s Get It



 Send "Let`s Get It" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Black Rob, P-Diddy)


[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, wearing it I'll 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 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 their channel with the opposite
handle

Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel

Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to
dismantle

Can't say 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 who gets played 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

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




[Chorus  x3]