Let`s Get It lyrics

Artist  : P. Diddy 
Song : Let`s Get It



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

 [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)