junior m.a.f.i.a. - let's get it on (remix) lyrics
[verse 1: lil’ cease]
uh
yo, i call my connect, get it sent across the border
chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters
i might just hold it and sell weight
have my sh#t pumpin all across the tristate
n#gga i’ma gangsta, i’m the word to define great
you’s a old#timer, you a hustler design late
sh#t, i got my own company, why should i hate?
my paper long as f#ck, high as empire state
and my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
did a couple years in the pen, i don’t sign state
a n#gga had a brick and the stash on the highway
i’m always on time like ja rule and ashanti
ya boy on the grind like it’s friday to friday
a n#gga like me cherish days like i’m sade
no time for the bullsh#t, no time for the foul play
now i’ma boss, i’ma do this sh#t my way
so n#gga what you want?
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga, uh
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga, uh
[verse 2: banger]
yo, yo
i got that work that the africans stepped on, the pope blessed on
the 2 for 5’s, the whole hood slept on
don’t kept growin toes, never got stepped on
nowadays, n#gga recognized i’m a real don
since big passed, is when the fame and the thrill’s gone
left 3 mill on the block, and i’m still on
n#ggas see my face when the real’s on
i do the stealin, but i never get stoled on
my life is like cash money b#tch when i roll on
and anytime i lay wit a b#tch is wit no clothes on
it’s hard doin’ right, cuz all my life i did so wrong
p#ssed, i popped sh#t like monica, i’m so gone
after fame comes success, now that my team’s strong
nowadays, i don’t need a shoulder to lean on
just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on
and any gun i pack got its infrared beam on
so n#gga what you want?
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga, uh
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga
let’s get it on, n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga, uh
[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
big poppa, throwing n#ggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs
disappear with my b#tch in a mitsubishi eclipse
read my lips, i k!ll you
blood’ll spill too, did i say thank you
i grant you three wishes cause i be the genie
n#ggas is assed out like fat b#tches in bikinis
read between the lines see what i see
i see the diary of a sick b#st#rd
junior mafia blaster, rugers on the hips
bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips
flipping coke in corner store bodegas
in the back room playing sega, street fighter ii
i’m inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes
i get up in that ass every time
lyrically i’m untouchable, uncrushable
getting mad blunted in the 600
benz, ask your friends who’s the illest
l!cking shots, n#ggas screaming “biggie smalls tried to k!ll us”
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
it don’t stop, it don’t stop, watch the hit n#gga
[chorus]
junior m.a.f.i.a., representing buck#town
mac#11s c#cked back, n#ggas better duck down
face down, you know the routine
the cream, earrings, you know the drama biggie birng
let’s get it on n#gga, let’s get it on n#gga, uh
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