Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Getting It, artist - DJ Clue. Album song The Professional 2, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Getting It |
| DJ Clue |
| Desert Strom |
| Yea |
| Flipmode |
| Busta Rhymes |
| Rah Digga |
| The Inauguration |
| (New Busta Rhymes!!!) |
| Yea, yea ha ha ha yea |
| (Feat Rah Digga) |
| What |
| Give it to me |
| All my nggaz |
| Where you at now? |
| Check me |
| When we arrive in the spot |
| Who the fuck you think fazin' |
| We amazing and we blazin' nigga |
| And while we blow shit every time |
| Fully equipped for the occasion |
| While we dazin', and we grazin' niggas |
| Make you leak and drip |
| Till your body shelves up faggots |
| Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggas |
| Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position |
| While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggas |
| I have a hard time with wack niggas talkin' |
| Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit! |
| Cause when we march and high-step in the spot |
| Niggas love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit! |
| And while we drop the most miraculous bombs |
| Ya’ll niggas ain’t really dropin nothin' |
| Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!) |
| Now to ya’ll funny niggas talkin' your talk |
| Ya’ll niggas ain’t even really coppin' nothin' |
| Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin' |
| All my niggas that be ride in the trucks |
| Getting' money say it! |
| (ho) |
| Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo!) |
| All my niggas thata' rep for the street |
| Hold it down say it! |
| (ho) |
| Niggas, what! |
| I’m sayin' (ho, hoooo!) |
| All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga |
| And hold it down with em' (whaa) |
| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) |
| And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money |
| Just say it (whaa) |
| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) |
| Say 1 for the dirty |
| 2 for hard core |
| 3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer |
| I be comin' to ya' live! |
| Fuck up your whole circuit |
| Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it |
| Don’t really need to brag |
| Cause these streets a tell |
| Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well |
| Say fuck the world |
| Who ever ain’t feelin' me |
| Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary |
| The illest with form |
| I’m the illest on the norm |
| The illest on my barn (?) |
| The illest on the song |
| Any type wanna yap or think they can rap |
| I’m a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap |
| Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro |
| The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa! |
| Make it hot, flow it down |
| Like some hoers, you can lift this |
| And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it |
| All my niggas that be ridin' on 20's |
| And gettinn' money say it! |
| (ho) |
| Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo!) |
| All my niggas thata' rep for the street |
| Hold it down say it! |
| (ho) |
| Niggas, what! |
| I’m sayin' (ho, hoooo!) |
| All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga |
| And hold it down with em' (whaa) |
| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) |
| And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money |
| Just say it (whaa) |
| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) |
| Now we don’t give a fuck |
| We serious nigga |
| We smokin' trees, stackin' G’s, nigga please, nigga what now? |
| Music just for niggas backin' they jaws |
| Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now? |
| Digga, digga, digga |
| Type of swing only Rah could bring |
| I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing |
| Trantin' niggas to threads, like white boys in kegs |
| Cuss words and verbs |
| Going over niggas heads |
| Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners |
| Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now! |
| Ya’ll mothafuckas really think you can manage |
| What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of what the fuck now! |
| Digga, digga, digga |
| Ripped shit since the 80's |
| You taken me like if, and, mazin' |
| Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy |
| Couldn’t write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me |
| DJ Clue |
| Desert Storm |
| You know how we do things |
| Word up! |