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Getting It - Featuring Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga
作詞：Rashia Tashan Fisher, Trevor Smith, Dana Stinson
Desert Strom
Yeah, Flipmode, Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga
The inauguration, new Busta Rhymes
Yea, yeah ha ha ha, feat Rah Digga
What, give it to me, all my niggaz
Where you at now?, Is the DJ Clue
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
Flip mode be the ultimate unit, play your position
While he lace it, know your place, while we disgracein' 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
Y'all niggaz ain't really dropin' nothin'
Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin'
Now to y'all funny niggaz talkin' your talk
Y'all niggaz ain't even really coppin' nothin'
Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'
All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks
Getting money say it, niggaz, say it
All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it, niggaz, what I'm sayin'
All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em', say it, bitches, I'm sayin'
And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it, say it, bitches, I'm sayin'
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 they 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 ain't feelin' me
Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary
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The illest with form, I'm the illest on the norm
The illest on my barn be 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 already flipped it
All my niggaz that be ridin' on 20's
And gettin' money say it, niggaz, say it
All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
And hold it down say it, niggaz, what, I'm sayin'
All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em', say it, bitches, I'm sayin'
And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it, say it, bitches, I'm sayin'
Now, 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?
Digga, digga, digga, type of swing only rah could bring
I could face your crazy rhymin' and I do my thing
Trantin' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs
Cuss words and verbs, going over niggaz heads
Yo, no mercy and we taken no prisoners
Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga in the spot now
Y'all mothafuckas really think you can manage
What we deliver, 'cause we thicker and we sick of what the fuck now
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
All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks
Gettin' money say it, niggaz, say it
All my niggaz thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it, niggaz, what I'm sayin'
All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with 'em, say it, bitches, I'm sayin'
And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
Just say it, say it, bitches, I'm sayin'
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
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