Let Me Get Down (feat. G-Dep, Craig Mack & Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott) [2005 Remaster]

Lyrics: Notorious B.I.G./D-Dot/Barry White/Craig Mack/Trevell Coleman/Melisa "Missy" Elliott Music: Notorious B.I.G./D-Dot/Barry White/Craig Mack/Trevell Coleman/Melisa "Missy" Elliott To my ****ing man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the dick stroker MC provoker, chocolate Thai smoker hear I like to max in Maximas and AcurasYour 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-ahA shy nigga but I ain't your ****ing comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm ****ing 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 niggas on that real blood spill shit My rappin' tactics are drastic Stretchin' mother****ers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigree 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 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 Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down Yeah, yo, odds even, said shoot 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 ****, one for shelter, book flights on DeltaLive 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' with this big guy, y'all niggas is pranksters 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 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 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 **** that I floats through snow nigga Oh, you don't wanna bow to me The agony be like, "Somebody help me please" Feel my pressure, never could a nigga flow better In any weather, I'm Biggie bangin' ya bitch 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 whack 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 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 Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggas