Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Get It Straight, artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let's Get It Straight |
| A lyrical ruckus has erupted |
| And fucked wit' yo' manhood |
| When I get up and start bustin |
| Niggas just be like *ugh* |
| Get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit |
| I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama’s endin' this shit |
| Been in this shit |
| My aim is to disfigure yo' style |
| And put it to sleep because the industry don’t need no freaks |
| Meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block |
| And KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks |
| Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit’s tight |
| Just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like |
| No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers? |
| Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya |
| Why you niggas be lyin' on records? |
| Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D. O's to I don’t know, but check it |
| Why y’all fakin' tha funk? |
| I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit |
| Belongs to us, let’s get straight |
| Let’s get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her |
| That’s mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia |
| (2 Times) |
| Now I’m unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah! |
| I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride |
| Do I, ever slack up on that ass? |
| Hell no |
| I threw the K well away, so it’s so swell it stays so |
| What you know about me is just I’m 'bout it, 'bout it |
| And that our mob’s T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt |
| Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate |
| My brown lips fucked the piss out his 8−0-8 |
| Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC |
| And hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B |
| The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware |
| Y’all ain’t even comin' close to what they puttin' out there |
| My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all |
| You Milli Vanilli hens who ain’t got no pen better know |
| No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it |
| With the gold and platinum finish |
| Let’s get it straight |
| Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit |
| About my family |
| P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain’t even trippin |
| Punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we’ll buy up every |
| Publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday |
| Nigga think we can’t? |
| Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank |
| I’m tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want |
| But best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know |
| You don’t, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant |
| You hit. |
| One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the |
| Fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I |
| Humpback, humpback, I ain’t lyin |
| We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through |
| Yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it’s crime |
| Because you listenin |
| And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy |
| Got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?! |
| We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all |
| We still black owned and independent, let’s get it straight! |
| Let’s get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her |
| That’s mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia |
| Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her |
| That’s mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia |
| Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her |
| That’s mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia |
| Get it straight, Get it Straight! |
| (Tru…No Limit… Mama Mia…) |
| So the next time you say «Yo Mama» |
| You better slow down, and think about what you doin'! |
| (I'm out this bitch!!!) |