To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man
Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
MC provoker, chocolate Thai smoker (Hear?)
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt-cheeks 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 nigga but I ain't your fuckin' comforter
And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her
If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
Why you wanna, play your games on me
Bitch, you crazy?
Commitments, I'm Swayze, no time for the ill shit
Rest with the niggaw on that real bloodspill shit
My rappin' tac-tics are drastic
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigreeeee
You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

Ahh, ahh
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

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 death declares war, you know what to prepare for
Shit, 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 niggas shoulda knew better
I'm on point like acupuncture
I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
Left side, right side, witcha hoe I might slide
Runnin wit this big guy, y'all niggas is pint size
Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound
And show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground
Just let me get down

Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

I be like what? Let me clear my throat
Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
Hey! Yo from coast to coast I burn like toast
So dope that I floats through snow nigga
Oh, you don't wanna battle me
The agony be like, "Somebody help me please!"
Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
In any weather, I'm Biggie bangin' ya nigga
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, oh, send it to me, oh
But before I get down, where's my money?
Let me get down

Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BARRY EUGENE WHITE, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, CRAIG J MACK, DERIC MICHEAL ANGELETTIE, MELISSA A ELLIOTT, TREVEL COLEMAN