Missy Elliott - Let Me Get Down lyrics

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