Styles Of Beyond - Get it lyrics

[Intro] Get it! Get-Get it! (record scratches) Get it! Yeah! [Ryu] Ryu and Tak (uh-huh!) Ryu and Tak (S.O.B.!) Ryu and Tak (Demigodz.. Green Lantern.. Scoop DeVille!) This kid is only seventeen, man.. He's about to be a problem! [Hook] So let's get right to it and groove Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene You know we k** it, goin' all out, we about to get it [Ryu] Yo, it's in my blood, I was born to spit it The cordless kept me warm through the storms of winter Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner We huddle together and grind, rain or shine Survive the weather, forget about changing spinners Throw me a bone, I'm just tryin' to raise my litter It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker So when the heat's on we don't get pre-game jitters, uh-uh We go to work man, dick in the dirt, we took 'em to church We're checkin' in some teenage strippers Livin' life by the seat of my pants and threepeated, we champs Undefeated we can't lose ever whoever wanted with us Better roll with a camp you trust to cover your a** when your a**es can't Huh, so bottom's up, here's one for the crew Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, sing it [Hook] S, for every s**er left behind O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme B, best believe when it's time to get it We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it No S, for the drunk s**y women O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it B, best believe when it's time to get it We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it So let's get right to it and groove Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene You know we k** it, goin' all out, we about to get it [Tak] Wow, look at 'em now, their mouths are closed We done came a long way since 2000 Fold Spilled "Bleach", got the whole entire crowd exposed The fumes leakin' in the street, throwin' down them bones Whoa, we on the job, the one with the mob The fake facades to get it just to make new large I roll a seven to nine just to break the odds And step in your mind and unfold the great bizarre Hit the k** switch, yeah, found my Hitch I'm on the pitcher's mound for now, it's me and Will Smith Finally overseas, I sneak in the mattress Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent We out gettin' bent makin' dollar amounts So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots, say it [Hook/Outro] S, for every s**er left behind O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme B, best believe when it's time to get it We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it No S, for the drunk s**y women O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it B, best believe when it's time to get it We grind and jet cause we ain't got time to kick it So let's get right to it and groove Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene You know we k** it, goin' all out, we about to get it