2Pac & Notorious B.I.G. Let's Get It On Lyrics

Heavy D]

Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin

This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig

I'm talkin about from this side to that side

East side, West side, your side, my side

It's all about being funky man

Aiyyo give me that microphone

It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it

and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th

where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff

Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again

Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again

You see me on your MTV and on your BET

and on your local focal point video show

n____ this how it flow so fly like an eagle

No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs

cause they still my people

I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me

They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up

Let's get it on!


Untouchables at your door

(Let's get it on)

All you wack rappers hit the floor


How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's

Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed

I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin

thinkin n____z after me much too paranoid to blink

Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's

They after a playa but I won't let em capture me

I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine

I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things

I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber

Preoccupied with h___cide my life's in danger

Rollin down the 4-0-5, beware of stangers

Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does

I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone

From out the ghetto where the jealous m_________ers roam

Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me

before the penitentiary

Let's get it on!!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Untouchables at your door

(Let's get it on)

All you wack rappers hit the floor

[Grand Puba]

I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do

I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"

I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C

I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps

and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin

So when you see my a__ have my cash or just keep walking

n____z got more game than Genesis

Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C

but them youth don't trouble we

because they fall victim to what they see hey!

I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album t__le song

but I understand it takes a year for n____z to catch on

(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to

get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious

{*cough, cough*

n____z now who's the mind blower, the weed grower

Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower

B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets

and your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me

When you throw the drop check em throughly

The b______ might spin around and try to bury me

And dead n____z don't make no moves

When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight

Reminiscin on my swinger days

when I drove a Caddy and my b____ sported finger waves

Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits

Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute

Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown

Mac-11 c___ed back n____z better duck down

Face down you know the routine the cream

Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring

Let's get it on

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