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2Pac F/ Heavy D, Grand Puba, Notorious B.I.G. Miscellaneous Let's Get It On [Heavy D] Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig I'm talkin about from this side to that side East side, West side, your side, my side It's all about being funky man Aiyyo give me that microphone It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again You see me on your MTV and on your BET and on your local focal point video show Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs cause they still my people I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up Let's get it on! [chorus]x2 Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor [2pac] How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's They after a playa but I won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nigga team I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams (deamons) I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger Rollin down a ?? beware of stangers Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me before the penitentiary Let's get it on!! [chorus]x2 Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor [Grand Puba] I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!" I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking Niggaz got more game than Genesis Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C but them youth don't trouble we because they fall victim to what they see hey! I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title song but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on (hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea [Notorious B.I.G.] Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious *cough, cough)* Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets and your sock it's just the way my pops taught me When you throw the drop check em throughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggaz don't make no moves When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight Reminiscin on my swingin days when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down Face down you know the routine the cream Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring Let's get it on |
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