D.J. Paul - Let's Get It lyrics

[DJ Paul] 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 n***a break his head like M.C. Hammer [Polite] 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 n***as to push me, I'mma crack his forehead And watch him spread open like a p**y Whoever got a problem with that, n***a speak out Use the back of the fifth, tear a n***a teeth out Ice dot, who you know better than that? Gunshot put his bladder all over his lap [Hook 2X: Polite] 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 [P.C.] (D.C.) Aiyo Cash let me get 'em (nah, Caskets let me get 'em) f** 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 ba*tards 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 f*ggot a** do backflips from a distance If he ever cross Cash and Caskets) You'll be missing [Raekwon] Bust flames at f*ggots, 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 [Hook 2X]