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Let's Get It Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G-dep

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly 

Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do 

When you ready, shit I was born ready 

And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti 

 

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture 

If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches 

I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya 

If not burn it, get hot like a furnace 

 

Shoot the video motherfuck city permits 

We own the city, on the phone with Diddy 

Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty 

Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go 

 

Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it 

Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit 

Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen 

 

Make this money 

Take this money 

(Let's get it) 

Ain't no way you can take this from me 

(Let's get it) 

 

Ain't shit funny 

Shake it honey 

(Let's get it) 

Take it money 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

 

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal 

Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook 

With the game and the soldiers sit 

When I came, the game that I owed you one 

 

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking 

Watch the task force task for look Marlboro 

It's a big chance, big pants 

Might guard him with my man's a type barber 

 

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue 

You ain't my crew, then who are you 

For we take off make sure that your seated 

Billboard read it believe it 

 

Make this money 

Take this money 

(Let's get it) 

Ain't no way you can take this from me 

(Let's get it) 

 

Ain't shit funny 

Shake it honey 

(Let's get it) 

Take it money 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

 

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older 

I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota 

Give some baking soda and a quota 

Man I flow straight up out the water 

 

I'm break this game till it say out of order 

Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up 

On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus 

Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler 

 

All the five quarters, headline supporters 

Hitting wives and daughters 

Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders 

Call Puffy to order 

 

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city 

Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me 

Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me 

Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty 

 

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music 

Might co-write and produce it 

Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did 

Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem 

 

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem 

Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots 

I don't even buy luggage, ya love it 

Make moves major, hide out in Asia 

 

If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her 

I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators 

Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon 

 

Make this money 

Take this money 

(Let's get it) 

Ain't no way you can take this from me 

(Let's get it) 

 

Ain't shit funny 

Shake it honey 

(Let's get it) 

Take it money 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

 

I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano 

Flow in their channel with the opposite handle 

Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel 

Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle 

 

Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob 

Quit they day job 

Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing 

If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing 

 

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing 

You the only one who gets played for bling, bling 

I represent eight blocks and sing-sing 

Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens 

 

Moves for paper, moves no chaser 

Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser 

Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it 

(We ain't do it) 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

 

Make this money 

Take this money 

(Let's get it) 

Ain't no way you can take this from me 

(Let's get it) 

 

Ain't shit funny 

Shake it honey 

(Let's get it) 

Take it money 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

 

Make this money 

Take this money 

(Let's get it) 

Ain't no way you can take this from me 

(Let's get it) 

 

Ain't shit funny 

Shake it honey 

(Let's get it) 

Take it money 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

 

Make this money 

Take this money 

(Let's get it) 

Ain't no way you can take this from me 

(Let's get it) 

 

Ain't shit funny 

Shake it honey 

(Let's get it) 

Take it money 

Now let's get it 

(Let's get it) 

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Copyright: Atv Music Publishing Llc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony

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