| To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man
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| Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
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| Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
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| MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker HEAR?
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| I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
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| Your girl buttcheeks I’m smackin HER
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| The raw rapper, spine snapper
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| with the little hookers on my lap-ah
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| You know the flavor Mack-ah
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| A shy nigga but I ain’t your fuckin comforter
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| And if I ever fall in love I bet I’m fuckin her
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| Ask the hooker, if I didn’t jook her
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| If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
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| Why you wanna. |
| play your games on me
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| Bitch, you crazy?
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| Commitments, I’m Swayze, no time for the ill shit
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| Rest with the niggaz on that real bloodspill shit
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| My rap-pin tac-tics are drastic
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| Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
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| So if you wanna see my pedigreeeee
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| You better be, filled with energy, niggaz never gettin me
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| So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (Hahhhh boyeeeee, let me get down and funk em)
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| Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (Yeah. uh-huh. yeah)
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| Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (Yo I just wanna get em)
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| Yeah, yo
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| Odds even, said shoot (blaow)
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| Asked me the reason, and I said loot
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| Man that’s all I’m here for, therefore
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| when death declares war, you know what to prepare for
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| Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta
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| Live on your station, the radiation’ll melt ya
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| Cool — I guess your momma raised a fool
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| You didn’t wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school
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| Rap terror, shots through your new era
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| Get it together, y’all niggaz shoulda knew better
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| I’m on point like acupuncture
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| I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
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| Left side, right side, witcha hoe I might slide
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| Runnin wit this big guy, y’all niggaz is pranksters
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| Don’t make a nigga have to show you the pound
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| and show you the sound, that’ll put you low in the ground
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| Just let me get down
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (What? What?)
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (I just wanna funk a little bit)
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| Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (Hahh. I just wanna funk, what? Ahhhh)
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| I be like WHAAAAT? |
| Let me clear my throat
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| Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
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| HEYYYYYY! |
| Yo from coast to coast I burn like toast
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| So dope that I floats through snow nig-guh
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| Oh, you don’t wanna bow to me
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| The agony be like, «Somebody help me please!»
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| Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
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| in any weather, I’m Biggie bangin ya nigga
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| Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop
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| Now I pop through your body parts
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| BLAOW, BLAOW, you like the way I interact
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| Proceed to smack, any MC that’s wack
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| Ah-huh, microphone check one two
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| I do ya tool, like them freaks run through your crew
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| Give it to me, OHHHH, send it to me, OHHHH
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| But before I get down, where’s my money?
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| Let me get down
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (Hahhh. boyeee)
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (I just wanna funk a little bit)
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| Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (Hahh. I just wanna funk)
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| Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
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| (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH
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| Mack, feelin the funk)
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| Bringin it live to you bitch ass niggaz |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Get Down , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Born Again, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп