Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Wit This , by - EPMD. Song from the album Back In Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |
| . |
| 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 |