Get Wit This

歌詞

(Parrish Smith) Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness In your town to get down, so give your man a pound Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now Back to matters we call the rhyme data Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter So kill the he say she say bust the replay Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway (Erick Sermon) Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover And still we achieve the great, those who try to fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so Chorus: repeat 2X Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material "It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you" (Parrish Smith) Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine of tobacco so I can't slack yo Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about How you doin (where you been) in the biz Sittin on chrome, back to set trends (Erick Sermon) Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya Send you back to the future - he for real man? HELL YEAH I don't care, I gets it on anywhere From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air First things first, I come to work with mad equipment To do y'all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit My persona got suburban kids Bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana Chorus (Parrish Smith) Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be (Erick Sermon) Indeed, I'm amazing when I unfold Got the crowd doin shit by remote control Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward? Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard Chorus 2X