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G-DEP - Let's Get It
 Complimentary "Let's Get It" Ringtone 
ft. Black Rob & P. Diddy
(Black Rob:)
Attack like a Rottweiler
But worse den a Rottweiler
‘Cause da Rottweiler soft
(G-Dep:)
Really, get smacked silly
You get smacked silly
F***ing with
These niggas from the
What you gonna do
When you ready,
Sh*t I was born ready,
And I was all ready
On fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture
Rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture,
See what I told ya
Said I’d get cha
Wear it if it fit ya
Y’all thirteen inches
I see the big picture
If it’s to get richer,
I’d probably get wit ya
If not burn it,
Get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video,
Motherf*** city permits
We own the city,
On the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty,
When she get aroused
Like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to
Follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train,
Don’t miss it
Won’t reach out, and
Ya bet I won’t visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it,
Now listen
Chorus:
(G-Dep, Black Rob and Puffy:)
Make this money
Take this money
(Let’s get it)
Ain’t no way you can
Take this from me
(Let’s get it)
Ain’t sh*t funny
(Uh)
Shake it honey
(Let’s get it)
Take it money
Now let’s get it
(Let’s get it)
(G-Dep:)
Creep with your people
Though my sh*t is Sweet and Low
It’s no Equal, front but you lookin’
Once I throw the hook
You proceed to get cookin’
With the game when
The soldiers sh*t
You came, thought that
I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln,
Why’s this guy on
The side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward
Lookin’ marveled
It’s a big chance, big pants
Might guard him
With my man’s type cargo
Better learn quick,
‘Cause my clique don’t argue
You ain’t my crew
Who are you?
Beat it
‘Fore we take off make sure
You all seated
Billboard read it believe it
Chorus
(G-Dep:)
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller
I’m registered voter,
Motherf*** a quota
Give some bakin’ soda
And a quarter
Bet I flow straight up
Out the water
I’ma wreck the game
Till it say out of order
Put the high score up,
Then tear the floor up
On the world tour
With your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas
Them niggas in
The drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters
Headline supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray
From Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order
(P-Diddy:)
Aiyyo, call me Diddy,
I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A.
And Feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for
Dead you comin’ with me
Gettin’ head in the
Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things
My money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y’all Hulkin’ like Bruce did
‘Cause I can, break backs and
Stacks it’s no problem
Make raps and tracks
And go Harlem
I get worldwide coverage
I got so many spots
I don’t even buy luggage,
Ya love it
Make moves major,
Hide out in Asia,
If your girl keep
Coming around them
I’m a blaze her
I’m the Bad Boy flavor,
Light blue gators
Not guilty,
Plus I’m filthy, c’mon
Chorus
(Black Rob and Puffy:)
I be the east side
Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel
With the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn
Your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle
Then proceed to dismantle
Can’t slay Rob
How many niggas done
Tried to play mob,
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas
Under the wing
If I go to jail again
I’m going under the bing
Act like you gonna
Pull that thing thing
You the only one
That always get
Stuck for bling bling
I represent “A” block in Sing Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty
For f***in’ a Latin King’s queen
Moves for paper,
Booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer
Four-fifths with laser
Come and get your sh*t splitted
Newspapers say I did it
(He ain’t do it)
Now let’s get it
(Let’s get it)
Chorus (3x)
Complimentary "Let's Get It" Ringtone
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