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Lets Get It

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Essay title: Lets Get It

Artist: G-Dep f/ Black Rob, P-Diddy (Puff Daddy)

Album: Let's Get It 12"

Song: Let's Get It

Typed by: mothegreat@bet.com

[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 want to

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

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