Getting It

Dj Clue

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    [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 fuck you think fazin'
    We amazing and we blazin' nigga
    And while we blow shit every time
    Fully equipped for the occasion
    While we dazin', and we grazin' niggaz
    Make you leak and drip
    Till your body shelves up faggots
    Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggaz
    Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position
    While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggaz
    I have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin'
    Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit!
    Cause when we march and high-step in the spot
    Niggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit!
    And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
    Ya'll niggaz aint really dropin nothin'
    rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!)
    Now to ya'll funny niggaz talkin' your talk
    Ya'll niggaz aint even really coppin' nothin'
    poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'

    [Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes]
    All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks
    Getting' money say it! (ho)
    Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)

    All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
    Hold it down say it! (ho)
    Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

    All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
    And hold it down with em' (whaa)
    Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

    And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
    Just say it (whaa)
    Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

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    [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!
    Fuck up your whole circuit
    Make rappers ask them self if this shit 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 fuck 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 motherfuckas 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 niggaz that be ridin' on 20's
    And gettinn' money say it! (ho)
    Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)

    All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
    Hold it down say it! (ho)
    Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)

    All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
    And hold it down with em' (whaa)
    Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

    And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
    Just say it (whaa)
    Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Now we don't give a fuck
    We serious nigga
    We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please, nigga what now?
    Music just for niggaz backin' they jaws
    Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga 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' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs
    Cuss words and verbs
    Going over niggaz 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 mothafuckas really think you can manage
    What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of-what the fuck now!

    [Rah Digga]
    Digga, digga, digga
    Ripped shit 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 mothafucka paid me

    [Chores 1]

    [DJ Clue]
    DJ Clue
    Desert Storm
    You know how we do things
    Word up!

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    Composition: Trevor Smith, Dana Stinson, and Rashia Fisher

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