1st Of Tha Month - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 1st Of Tha Month
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Michael J. Powell

Lyric:
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why?
'Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d

Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
'Cause the po, po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime fin to creep to the pad
'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food
You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills foe real

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga
That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub foe forty bucks
But ain't nobody ride that rita hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with a me thugs, and to cash that dum
I gotta get paid there, there holla, holla

Saint Claire got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars
So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po, po
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no runnin' through the alley
And into the melee up on the second the sundown, those run from
January, November, December, remember the 1st of tha month

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

It's tha 1st of tha month, gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up? Try to stand on my corner nigga
You'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up, put my rocks on the cut

When I get high, nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st, so I'm getting my hustle on

Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know did you O.G check come?
(She put me down)
I'mma hop on the bus with Biz
(Yo Brother let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of this skunk

Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around?
Now, I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town
'Cuz niggas the 1st to get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cuz I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild cuz I'm getting me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang

Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine fool and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cuz I got them rocks for them pipes, come, come with them ease
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlas
In the graveyard shift on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
...

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Where'D You Go - Lyrics - The Writings On The Wall - Destiny'S Child

Title: Where'D You Go
Album: The Writings On The Wall
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Chris Stokes, Beyonce Knowles, Le Toya Luckett, Kelendria Rowland, La Tavia Roberson, Platinum Statu

Lyric:
Uh uh
Hey baby how you
Why yo face lookin' all sad and blue
Don't you like the Navigator truck that I brought you
Why you trying to act a fool
Don't try to say you seen me talking to your girlfriends
Ask Tonya and Shirl then
Gimme a place and time when
Don't try to accuse me of silly stuff that I'm doing on the streets
You gotta remember, without you, there's no me
I'm just an average man
Tryin' to make it in this cold world
Tell me baby, why you trippin', girl

I don't wanna fuss with you
So I'm gonna sit out on the couch
Don't try to talk to me
Cuz boy I am blocking you out
I don't wanna hear a thing
Nothing you got to say
You should think twice
About the way you've been talking to me

Pack yo bags
Get on the bus
Ain't got no time, for
Talkin' all yo stuff
Need to pack my stuff
Since this's what you want
I don't really care
There's no more
Go catch a cab or
Get on the bus
I ain't got no time for
You talkin' all that junk
Better get my stuff
Since this is what you want
I don't really care

I ain't got no words for you
So you can stop callin' my friends
Tellin' them it wasn't your fault
And why I ain't lettin' you in
Too many times before
I let you back in my life
But this is a new day
And this won't go down tonight

Mmmm, mmmm, da da duh da da
Mmmm, mmmm, whooo
Mmmm, mmmm
Mmmm, mmmm, say what

Introduce you to Dolce and Gervana
Advance you from dirtbikes to Hondas
Took you from that terrible stress
Now you telling me that I am a bother
What kind of mess is that
To tell a man who put you on his team
That's just like killing a dream
No no baby, That's how it seems
I worked hard to build up what I had for you
I pray to God, that there's not another man between me and you
So just tell me
There's no need to lie for
While you sleepin' with your eyes closed
Do you wanna talk, aight yo

Pack yo bags
Get on the bus
Ain't got no time, for
Talkin' all yo stuff
Need to pack my stuff
Since this's what you want
I don't really care
There's no more
Go catch a cab or
Get on the bus
I ain't got no time for
You talkin' all that junk
Better get my stuff
Since this is what you want
I don't really care

Pack yo bags
Get on the bus
Ain't got no time, for
Talkin' all yo stuff
Need to pack my stuff
Since this's what you want
I don't really care
There's no more
Go catch a cab or
Get on the bus
I ain't got no time for
You talkin' all that junk
Better get my stuff
Since this is what you want
I don't really care

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American Cliche - Lyrics - The Amalgamut - Filter

Title: American Cliche
Album: The Amalgamut
Artist: Filter
Composer(s): Richard Patrick

Lyric:
Last seat on the bus, who you gonna trust
Which one do you follow, last seat on the bus
Don't make such a fuss
This much should make you hollow

'Cause every time you make yourself the reason
Is every time you make yourself beaten
Yeah

This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)
(Aah)
This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)

First seat on the bus, who you gonna trust
Which one do you may follow?
First seat on the bus
Don't make such a fuss

Which one do you make hollow
Now every time you make your friend the reason
And every time you make your friend the beaten
Yeah

This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)
(Aah)
This is a American cliche
(Aah)
American, American
(Aah)
(Get on the bus)

You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
Oh no

[Incomprehensible] God God God God God
Yea yea oh

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Do The Bus A Bus - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Do The Bus A Bus
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Jimmy Spicer, L Smith, R Simmons, George Spivey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Uhh
Yo bus a bus
(Yeah)
Yo bus a bus
(C'mon, c'mon)
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Flip mode motherfucker, flip mode y'all)

Yo bus a bus
(Uhh, yeah yi yeah yea)
Yo bus a bus
(Ka c'mon, ki c'mon)
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi yeah yea)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin' this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin' gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me

Then you broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels
Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market

Peep how we're movin' this, keep improvin' this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin' this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol
I ain't messin' with you at all, girl your ass too small

Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
And try to fight it off, you're forgot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Ay yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo all and together now)

Turn it off, turn back me on go get your mack on
And keep the track goin' and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little cristi' a little dom

Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthopedic to rest your back on
Nowadays flip mode money be runnin' mad north
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long

Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin', adjust my EQ
Peek a boo, we not seekin' you, focus on being you
There's only one of me, 'cause you copy, there might be three of you

Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we bomb your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(Hey c'mon, let's keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, let's keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Hit me off, you speak an' spell and freak it well
So no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
Is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with

You little eedyot, I exile you and your X file
You and your next trial, and demolish your little Rap style
Black child, I'm takin' offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive

Ooh! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin' greater
Still a little hater be gettin' paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake a shake a now we trippin' the circuit breaker

Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(Yeah, a yeah keep movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like, what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo yo yo yo)

Yo bus a bus
(C'mon, keep movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

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Move Bitch - Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Title: Move Bitch
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh no! the fight's out
I'm about to punch yo, lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drinkin' and buzzin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in
"Oh girl", they'll be more dead

Causin' confusion, disturbin' tha peace
Its not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage, knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck them, true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh what's up? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin'
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' TV's and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'm a tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

2-0, I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels 'cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the DEC, tryin' ta to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

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Get On The Bus - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: Get On The Bus
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

Lyric:
Uh uh, hey baby, how you?
Why yo' face lookin? all sad and blue
Don?t you like the Navigator truck that I brought you
Why you trying to act a fool?

Don?t try to say you seen me
Talking to your girlfriends
Ask Tonya and Shirl then
Gimme a place and time when
Don?t try to accuse me of silly stuff
That I?m doing on the streets

You gotta remember
Without you, there?s no me
I?m just an average man
Tryin? to make it in this cold world
Tell me baby, why you trippin?, girl?

I don't wanna fuss with you
So I'm gonna sit out on the couch
Don't try to talk to me
'Cause boy, I am locking you out

I don't wanna hear a thang
Nothin' you've gotta say
You should think twice
About the way you been talkin' to me

Betta catch a cab, get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you talking all that junk
I'm here to pack my stuff, is this what you want?
I don't really care 'cause there's no more us

Ain't got no words for you
So you can stop callin' my friends
Tellin' them it wasn't yo' fault
And why I ain't lettin' you in

To many times before
I let you back in my life
But this is a new day
And this won't go down tonite

Betta catch a cab, get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you talking all that junk
I'm here to pack my stuff, is this what you want?
I don't really care 'cause there's no more us

Mmm, mmm
(Da-da-duh-da-da)
Mmm, mmm
(Woo)

Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
(Say what)

Introduce you to Dolce and Gervana
Advance you from dirtbikes to Hondas
Took you from that terrible stress
Now you telling me that I am a bother

What kind of mess is that
To tell a man who put you on his team?
That?s just like killing a dream
(No, no baby)
That?s how it seems

I worked hard to build up what I had for you
I pray to God, that there?s not another man
Between me and you
So just tell me there?s no need to lie
For while you sleepin? with your eyes closed
Do you wanna talk? Aight yo

Betta catch a cab, get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you talking all that junk
I'm here to pack my stuff, is this what you want?
I don't really care 'cause there's no more us

Betta catch a cab, get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you talking all that junk
I'm here to pack my stuff, is this what you want?
I don't really care 'cause there's no more us

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Move Bitch - Lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Move Bitch
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson, Bobbie Sandmanie

Lyric:
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh no! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still

I've been drankin' and bustin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Oh gurl", they'll be mo' dead

'Causin' confusion, Disturbing Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga!

I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Unverified]

Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through

Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck 'em, true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aw wazup? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suin'

Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck but I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Unverified]

2-0, I'm on the right track, Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out

Grab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stoppin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the Dec', tryna to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0, so

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

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Shawty Get Loose - Lyrics - Shawty Get Loose - Lil' Mama

Title: Shawty Get Loose
Album: Shawty Get Loose
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Adrian Vashawn Quinn, Tracy (Dr) Randall, Shawn Davis

Lyric:
(Greatness + Greatness = Great Greatness)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forwards, heads back
Get it in control like Janet Jack
Get it on the floor, let them know what?s happening

L.I.L. you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y?all don?t really want it with the Yung God Toddla
With a flow so spec like technolotta

It?s so sick how the clock go tick
Keep giving y?all hits like teckmatic, uh!
That?s the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit it?s like mucus, gotta get rid of it

These chicks don?t pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparing me
And ain?t none of y?all scaring me
Like don?t you wish your girl was as bad as me?

Yeah! With a flow so sick like Twista
So sweet, what could be cold like Mystic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it
BK-H-Dub ours like a wizard

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Nappy boi!)
(Shawty get loose)

What it do do, tell it to the Pizzain
You already know, tell 'em I?m the mizzain
Shawty you ain't messin' with a lezzamz
I'ma have you loose on the floor you gon' be steppin' with a kizzain

I mindboggle models with a bottle of something good
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane
A hard rap artist that hang with singers
So don't think this thing is hard ?cause homie it ain't

I'm loose loose you gotta be kidding me
You tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair down
And do it like you you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me
What you done told me, now do it, 5 4 3 2 2

You know Pain came to change the game
All the way from the same thing
It's some of that new new
Impress me, I want one person on this floor to try to test me

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)
In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)

In the crib, in the club, on the block it don't matter
I spit stat, 4 5 6, a doo doo dada
How she d-d-do da like dat?
Got the hood on the back and the pockets is fat

Still rolling, rolling, left, right
Shot calling calling, that's right
Got my team on the market for millions we ?bout to pop it
Lock drop and roll like a hip hop rock show

You never know where my mind gon? go
N-n-not Puerto Rican but I like mangos
So smooth on the dance floor, so move on the dance floor
When you see me coming, I'm running it like a game show

You ain?t know? Lil Mama goes
She be burning and pumping to hit you with the bus flow
She's hot!
Get it loose on the floor and I cannot stop! What!

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)

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Get In My Car - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Get In My Car
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
Uhh
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherfuckers, freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say what?s up but I don't fuck with you niggaz
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy

We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherfuckin' end

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shyit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch really ?bout it nigga, I'm gon' take her

Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey

Spent a life savings in a day, ?cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin?

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, it?s gaunja in my system, I'm high
First it?s pain when you lust for love, then it?s smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm

It?s a cold world, baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me

Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch, get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-Unit

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Shawty Get Loose (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Mama

Title: Shawty Get Loose (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Adrian Vashawn Quinn, Tracy (Dr) Randall, Shawn Davis

Lyric:
(Greatness + Greatness = Great Greatness)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forwards, heads back
Get it in control like Janet Jack
Get it on the floor, let them know what?s happening

L.I.L. you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y?all don?t really want it with the Yung God Toddla
With a flow so spec like technolotta

It?s so sick how the clock go tick
Keep giving y?all hits like teckmatic, uh!
That?s the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit it?s like mucus, gotta get rid of it

These chicks don?t pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparing me
And ain?t none of y?all scaring me
Like don?t you wish your girl was as bad as me?

Yeah! With a flow so sick like Twista
So sweet, what could be cold like Mystic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it
BK-H-Dub ours like a wizard

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Nappy boi!)
(Shawty get loose)

What it do do, tell it to the Pizzain
You already know, tell 'em I?m the mizzain
Shawty you ain't messin' with a lezzamz
I'ma have you loose on the floor you gon' be steppin' with a kizzain

I mindboggle models with a bottle of something good
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane
A hard rap artist that hang with singers
So don't think this thing is hard ?cause homie it ain't

I'm loose loose you gotta be kidding me
You tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair down
And do it like you you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me
What you done told me, now do it, 5 4 3 2 2

You know Pain came to change the game
All the way from the same thing
It's some of that new new
Impress me, I want one person on this floor to try to test me

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)
In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)

In the crib, in the club, on the block it don't matter
I spit stat, 4 5 6, a doo doo dada
How she d-d-do da like dat?
Got the hood on the back and the pockets is fat

Still rolling, rolling, left, right
Shot calling calling, that's right
Got my team on the market for millions we ?bout to pop it
Lock drop and roll like a hip hop rock show

You never know where my mind gon? go
N-n-not Puerto Rican but I like mangos
So smooth on the dance floor, so move on the dance floor
When you see me coming, I'm running it like a game show

You ain?t know? Lil Mama goes
She be burning and pumping to hit you with the bus flow
She's hot!
Get it loose on the floor and I cannot stop! What!

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)

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Here We Go Again - Lyrics - B2K - B2k

Title: Here We Go Again
Album: B2K
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you

Oh oh no no here we go again
Oh oh no, oh no
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you, one more time
Oh oh no no here we go again, again
Oh oh no, oh no
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you

When I pulled up in my ride it was four fly girls sittin' on the side
So I glanced to my left and I winked my eye
But they wasn't lookin' our way
So we rolled over there and tried to spit
But the main pigeon was tryna diss
So I stepped to my right and said excuse me miss
But ain't nobody talkin' to you so

Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you
Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you
But I really was lookin' at your friend

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you think i was lookin' at you but
I really want the digits from your friend

When I pulled up the light was red
Romeo hit the brakes and then he said
Look at the girl in the pink B2k what you think?
She look real cute in them jeans
She had me and my boys startin' to fiend
So she turned around I said turn back around
But you ain't what I'm lookin' for so

Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you
Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you
But I really was lookin' at your friend

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you think i was lookin' at you but
I really want the digits from your friend

Baby girl you can stay confused
'Cause I'm not talkin' to you
You're not tight ya not right ya
Not my type so take a hike I don't like
Don't like the way you fight wit me
With your vibe you can't get with no guy so don't try, don't try

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you
But I really was lookin' at your friend

Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you
But I really was lookin' at your friend

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you think i was lookin' at you but
I really want the digits from your friend

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends
Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you
But I really was lookin' at your friend so

Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends

Oh oh no no here we go again
Oh oh no no here we go again
Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with ya friends

Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you, so

Oh oh no no here we go again
oh oh no no here we go again
Oh no you think i was lookin' at you but
I really want the digits from your friend

Stop thinkin' people's on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin' what you do
'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you

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Rock It - Lyrics - Earth Wind &Amp; Fire

Title: Rock It
Artist: Earth Wind &Amp; Fire
Composer(s): Sheldon Maurice Reynolds, Morris Pleasure, Sonny Emory, Philip James Bailey, Verdine White, Sir James Bailey

Lyric:
Yeah, peace to all the wonderful people
In the East, in the West, in the North, in the South
Yeah, EWF comin' at ya, '96 style

Let us run it down on yawl now
Energy inspires
Dino hypes the place 'pon bass how
Crowds heat up the fire

'95 found high night flyin'
Tight as Sonne E
Mo Pleasure chords towards groovin' yours
We mash up St. Marteen and it's all good

We dig each gig together, gettin' down to business
We're just hittin' yo town tonight
Come on, get on, let's live this thing forever
Ain't no limits on night flyin', aw, just get on down

Soul people, get on down, yo love's showin'
Soul people, yo love's showin'

Soul people, keep it on, yo love's showin'
Slick, this feelin's peace
Teddy bear rock steady
Everybody's out their seat

World Wide live y'all make it bang
Why this thang is the one
Bus to plane, to bullet train
Just gettin' down and havin' fun

We dig each gig together, gettin' down to business
We're just hittin' yo town tonight
Come on, get on, let's live this thing forever
'Cause ain't no limits on night flyin', aw, get on down
Get on down, get on down

Keep it on, keep it on
Yo love's showin', keep it on
Keep it on, keep it on
Yo love's showin', keep it on

Keep it on, keep it on
Yo love's showin', keep it on
Keep it on, keep it on
Yo love is showin'

We dig each gig together
We're hittin' yo town tonight
Let's live this thing forever
Come on, get on, come on, get on

We dig each gig together
We're hittin' yo town tonight
Let's live this thing forever
Come on, get on, come on, get on

We dig each gig together
We're hittin' yo town tonight
Let's live this thing forever
Come on, get on, come on, get on

We dig each gig together
We're hittin' yo town tonight
Let's live this thing forever
Come on, get on, come on, get on

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The Wickedest - Lyrics - Doggy Bag - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: The Wickedest
Album: Doggy Bag
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
My name is B O W, this one goes out to everybody
All around the world, dog to dog, girl to girl, I need y'all
To help me spell my name, come on

B, bad, O, outstanding, W, everybody know
I?m the wickedest, W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

Doggy-bag, everybody listening, beat still bumping
Make you still glistening
Around here we take ballin' to the next step
On them twenty two's back seat in the concept

I take full responsibility on five
It won?t stop rockin' until I retire
I?m so in the mix, so, so sick
I know just what to do
That?s why they so in love wit

The B, bad O, outstanding W, everybody know I?m the wickedest
Want to get closer so they can kick it how I?m kicking this
Hat to the back, pants down low, gotta keep it G H E T T O

I've been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna
I?m at the tippy top and I never going under
One shot, Nelly, now everybody spell it

B, bad, O, outstanding, W, everybody know
I?m the wickedest, W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

B, bad, O, outstanding, W, everybody know
I?m the wickedest, W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

Well, cha might be thick, but mines is mo' thicker
Might know how to run, but I?m a whole lot quicker
Got so many ways to get you it?s a shame to me
And ain?t none of y'all out that can hang wit me

Young, old, I don?t care what you is
The name of yo' label or the place you live
You betta recognize a real dime
When you see one, sipping on a Shirly, hallin' at yo girlie

One fo pockets stay fabi and I take it to the house
So much they call me young Trick Daddy
And that?s how it is when you dealin' wit a dog
I might hit you in yo face or bite yo head off

'Cause to death I?m the under bus, ain?t no secret
Got everything I could ask how we gon keep it
Bananaed up, braided still acting a full
Still the hottest thing in high school
I?m the

B, bad, O outstanding, W everybody know I?m the wickedest
W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

B, bad, O outstanding, W everybody know I?m the wickedest
W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

I came through the door, blazin' hotter than them California raisins
Back in the day when they were the lick
My money play is to hit you with
The down and out,look around everybody
Tryin' to go my route

But I don?t drop no dums, I only drop burins
The game is mine and I ain?t even got to learnise
Can?t drive but I keep the party live fo folks
That say I remind them of the Jackson Five
(Why)

'Cause I only make hits while y'all make record
I?m the deli as I hold me with a full blown package
(Out)
Can?t live yo' girl around me
(Why) 'cause I?mma' true player
For real, ask my hommie, JD, I?m da

B, bad, O outstanding, W everybody know I?m the wickedest
W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

B, bad, O, outstanding, W everybody know I?m the wickedest
W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

Spell it, B, bad, O, outstanding, W, everybody know I?m the wickedest
W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

B, bad, O, outstanding, W, everybody know I?m the wickedest
W O W, that?s what the girls scream
When I pump up on the screen
And proceed to get down

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Dep - Let'S Get It - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
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
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

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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

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 nine 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

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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)

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
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
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

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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

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 nine 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

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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)

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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