Dj Clue - Getting It lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga) [DJ Clue] DJ Clue Desert Strom [Busta Rhymes] Yea Flipmode Busta Rhymes Rah Digga The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!!!) Yea, yea ha ha ha yea (Feat Rah Digga) What Give it to me All my nggaz Where you at now? [Busta Rhymes] Check me When we arrive in the spot Who the f** you think fazin' We amazing and we blazin' n***a And while we blow sh** every time Fully equipped for the occasion While we dazin', and we grazin' n***az Make you leak and drip Till your body shelves up f*ggots Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' n***az Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' n***az I have a hard time with wack n***az talkin' Die slow with all that weak sh**, you speak sh**, eat sh**! Cause when we march and high-step in the spot n***az love it when we leak sh**, the heat sh**, street sh**! And while we drop the most miraculous bombs Ya'll n***az aint really dropin nothin' Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!) Now to ya'll funny n***az talkin' your talk Ya'll n***az aint even really coppin' nothin' Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin' [Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes] All my n***az that be ride in the trucks Getting' money say it! (ho) n***az, say it (ho, hoooo!) All my n***az thata' rep for the street Hold it down say it! (ho) n***az, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!) All my b**hes thata' beef with they n***a And hold it down with em' (whaa) Say it, b**hes, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) And to my b**hes that be doin' it and get their own money Just say it (whaa) Say it, b**hes, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) [Rah Digga] Say 1 for the dirty 2 for hard core 3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer I be comin' to ya' live! f** up your whole circuit Make rappers ask them self if this sh** is even worth it Don't really need to brag Cause these streets a tell Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well Say f** the world Who ever aint feelin' me Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary The illest with form I'm the illest on the norm The illest on my barn (?) The illest on the song Any type wanna yap or think they can rap I'm a scream on motherf**as like my name was Big Cap Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa! Make it hot, flow it down Like some hoers, you can lift this And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it [Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes] All my n***az that be ridin' on 20's And gettinn' money say it! (ho) n***az, say it (ho, hoooo!) All my n***az thata' rep for the street Hold it down say it! (ho) n***az, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!) All my b**hes thata' beef with they n***a And hold it down with em' (whaa) Say it, b**hes, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) And to my b**hes that be doin' it and get their own money Just say it (whaa) Say it, b**hes, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!) [Busta Rhymes] Now we don't give a f** We serious n***a We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, n***a please, n***a what now? Music just for n***az backin' they jaws Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, n***a what now? [Rah Digga] Digga, digga, digga Type of swing only Rah could bring I could pa**ion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing Trantin' n***az to threads, like white boys in kegs Cuss words and verbs Going over n***az heads [Busta Rhymes] Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now! Ya'll mothaf**as really think you can manage What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick ofwhat the f** now! [Rah Digga] Digga, digga, digga Ripped sh** since the 80's You taken me like if, and, mazin' Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a mothaf**a paid me [Chores 1] [DJ Clue] DJ Clue Desert Storm You know how we do things Word up!