Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Get It, artist - Raekwon. Album song The Babygrande Recordings, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Let's Get It |
Yeah, it goes 1, and here comes the 2 to the Three |
6 Mafia, with the R-A-E |
From N.Y.C. |
to the Memphis Tenne-ky |
We ro-tote that ammo, berettas and good green |
On the club dance floor, we make them bottles start to popping |
In the club parking lot, we got those Glocks, body rocking |
With four limos going on, there still ain’t no stopping |
Hypnotize and Icewater got the speakers straight rocking |
With a thug on the piano, all of them glizz a bananas |
Double O tre', like a letter, as with gray tape on bandanas |
I hit the power like if I was Tony Montana |
And make a nigga break his head like M.C. |
Hammer |
Aiyo, it’s time to take over, we the new age mobstas |
Love them automatics but I stay with them revolvers |
Post on the block, keep the goons in the hallway |
I don’t touch nothing, yo I handle mine the boss way |
So keep fronting, I’mma show you what the four say |
Bulldog bark like them dogs up in raw way |
So act up and keep thinking you hard |
All you did was get one step closer to God |
And I want ya’ll niggas to push me, I’mma crack his forehead |
And watch him spread open like a pussy |
Whoever got a problem with that, nigga speak out |
Use the back of the fifth, tear a nigga teeth out |
Ice dot, who you know better than that? |
Gunshot put his bladder all over his lap |
I don’t like you, and you don’t like me |
So when we bump heads, tell me what it’s gon' be |
Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it |
Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it |
Aiyo Cash let me get 'em (nah, Caskets let me get 'em) |
Fuck it you can have 'em, I smash whose evers wit 'em |
My four four mag, toe tag, whoever’s riffin' |
And my logo, Cash (what, Caskets, is you kidding?) |
Chill, don’t laugh, cuz Cash, yo, I be tripping |
Cuz I know they bags, and caskets’ll that’ll fit 'em |
(Caskets, I’mma split 'em, I’m accurate when I spit 'em |
That mack clips, send bastards backwards when I hit 'em |
Them shots come, back to back when I be spitting) |
It’s a fact, you’ll be reppin' plastic from the Smith & |
(I make his faggot ass do backflips from a distance |
If he ever cross Cash and Caskets) You’ll be missing |
Bust flames at faggots, jump out the window with the ratchets |
Camouflage vest on, big hatchet |
Move through the city like Gotti boys, going to court |
Three G suits, new blue shotty toys |
Can’t take nothing from us, you’ll die from the get-go |
Might find your head spreaded in the Pinto |
Me go hard from paper, bread, yen, Euro |
Make one call, my criminal bureau |
Is straight now, everything, I said it, I sent it, whatever |
Big daddy get yours, we been in it |
Wu-Tang's foulest, Icewater’s wildest |
Three 6 Mafi', big papi with the Cialis |