Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Wit This, artist - EPMD. Album song Back In Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Get Wit This |
Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this |
Niggas feel this, the masters of realness |
In your town to get down, so give your man a pound |
Let him know what’s goin down, take a pull and hold it now |
Back to matters we call the rhyme data |
Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter |
So kill the he say she say bust the replay |
Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway |
Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank |
Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks |
What you think? |
On the roof I work, smokin dank |
Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank |
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother |
Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover |
And still we achieve the great, those who try |
To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so |
Let’s get up, let’s get down |
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound |
Let’s get wit this, mackadocious funk material |
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It’s been a long time, we shouldn’t have left you |
Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine |
Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine |
Of tobacco so I can’t slack yo |
Got the knack though, bring it live and that’s a fact yo |
Niggas buggin out, askin when we comin out |
Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about |
How you doin (where you been) in the biz |
Sittin on chrome, back to set trends |
Well it’s the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I’ll do ya |
Send you back to the future — he for real man? |
HELL YEAH |
I don’t care, I gets it on anywhere |
From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air |
First things first, I come to work with mad equipment |
To do y’all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit |
My persona, got suburban kids |
Bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana |
Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline |
Create rhyme, break spines, when it’s showtime |
Niggas wanna doubt me, talk about P |
No slouch B, cause off the meter’s how my clout be |
Indeed, I’m amazing when I? |
Got the crowd doin shit by remote control |
Comin high powered, what’s the discrepency coward? |
Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard |