Let`s Get It lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : Let`s Get It



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[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)