Inspectah Deck - Get Down wit Me lyrics

(Intro: DJ Premier sample {Lounge Mode} (Inspectah Deck)) Aiyo, what the f** is this sh** That ya'll are listening to nowadays on the radio, man? {Yo, we gotta get up out of here, son..} (Yeah... do not attempt to adjust your radio Your system is now under the control of House Gang FM Featuring your host for the night The leader of the The Rebellion, the Rebel INS Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Inspectah Deck) Ain't no doubt big homey is sick, heads know me to flip Before it goes down, show me the chip It's going down, La, throw me the fifth Hold it so quick, get ya word out to Donnie and Fisk It's the sicker guy, he be hogging the rock And don't split the pie, big bomb in his sock Now watch him dip the five, plus he spit sick jive Rest in peace to that million dollar kid with the Why On a city high, wide tires and rims Rocking custom made suade suits and mobster brims On fedoras, start with three quarters, before rap You saw us handcuffed, jumping out the Ford Taurus Spitting like a calico, soprano or alto No doubt, though, I gets down to my outro That's how it go, in the club or the hood We the wolves in this rap, like off to no, good, man (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) Ya'll don't wanna f** with me The Rebel INS, W-T-C The crew H-D from the U-D-Z You wanna get down, get down with me (Interlude: Inspectah Deck) Aiyo, Streetlife, what up, n***a? (yeah) Size/7 (hit me up), Johnny Blaze (Wu-Tang) The RZA (Golden Arms), The GZA, all my fam roll deep (ODB rest in peace, baby!) (Inspectah Deck) They wanna get with the kid, I give 'em the biz That's what this is, splitting ya wig, living it big Ain't try'nna see prison or bids, I'm got to get this I'm in your crib, son, I did it to live Been sick since the crib, now I'm this big, flip wigs The main reason money lost his wiz Put some money on the wood, I need atleast six figs For some money in the hood, watch the hoods get biz It's the good sh**, kid, not the twenty or gram Them fishscale, tip the scale, k** a gram I'm choppin' on the plate, bag it up, like weight Had you fiending like Dave Chappelle in Half Baked The last of the great, I crash and cause quakes Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face Slash breaks with the fader, watch 'em fascinate Straight, pull off a caper, snatch cake and break, n***a