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DJ CLUE : Getting It lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

DJ CLUE lyrics : "Getting It"

(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 $#&@ you think fazin'

We amazing and we blazin' ^!$$%
And while we blow %#@! every time
Fully equipped for the occasion

While we dazin', and we grazin' ^!$$%z
Make you leak and drip
Till your body shelves up !@$)gots

Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' ^!$$%z
Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position
While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' ^!$$%z

I have a hard time with wack ^!$$%z talkin'
Die slow with all that weak %#@!, you speak %#@!, eat %#@!!
Cause when we march and high-step in the spot

^!$$%z love it when we leak %#@!, the heat %#@!, street %#@!!
And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
Ya'll ^!$$%z aint really dropin nothin'

rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!)
Now to ya'll funny ^!$$%z talkin' your talk
Ya'll ^!$$%z aint even really coppin' nothin'

poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'

[Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes]

All my ^!$$%z that be ride in the trucks
Getting' money say it! (ho)
^!$$%z, say it (ho, hoooo!)


All my ^!$$%z thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)

^!$$%z, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

All my (*##$es thata' beef with they ^!$$%

And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, (*##$es, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)


And to my (*##$es that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, (*##$es, 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!

$#&@ up your whole circuit
Make rappers ask them self if this %#@! 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 $#&@ 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 mother$#&@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 ^!$$%z that be ridin' on 20's
And gettinn' money say it! (ho)
^!$$%z, say it (ho, hoooo!)


All my ^!$$%z thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
^!$$%z, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)


All my (*##$es thata' beef with they ^!$$%
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, (*##$es, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

And to my (*##$es that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)

Say it, (*##$es, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now we don't give a $#&@
We serious ^!$$%
We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, ^!$$% please, ^!$$% what now?
Music just for ^!$$%z backin' they jaws

Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, ^!$$% what now?

[Rah Digga]
Digga, digga, digga
Type of swing only Rah could bring
I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing
Trantin' ^!$$%z to threads, like white boys in kegs

Cuss words and verbs
Going over ^!$$%z 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 motha$#&@as really think you can manage

What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of?what the $#&@ now!

[Rah Digga]
Digga, digga, digga
Ripped %#@! 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 motha$#&@a paid me

[Chores 1]

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue
Desert Storm

You know how we do things
Word up!

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