(feat. Sadat X)



Yeah, yeah, yeah

Grand Puba, yeah



[Hook]

It's you and me (Get up)

Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off)

Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit it

What's up wit it, what's up wit it

It's you and me (Get up)

Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off)

Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit it

What's up wit it, what's up wit it



[Grand Puba]

As I do it like this I be some where on the top of the list

Makin' classic joints way before "The Source" exists

No ice, maybe just a lil' bit on the wrist

And doin' this since Hot 97 was crisp

Now birds wanna press but I ain't with all that

Do y athing, ma no hatin' I just did all that

It's all good, a nigga been bouncin' hot shit through the hood

When only two or three cars came with wood

A legend MC

Never got rotation on MTV

That don't bother me, got mad love for BET

You can bet cha' last dub

Every time that I drop I get l-u-v

So get up, ain't no need to play the seat now

Put em' cause ya know we bring the heat now

No time to waste cause horsin' be coursin'

Watch me scramble words like they be chicken abortions



[Hook]



[???]

Yo, I'm from a place where niggas pack rhymes like a loaded nine

We self-exploit signs and explode in your corroded mind

I zone the line, I cross it

Ya got the strong arm, enforce it I dare ya

Like these crooked as jakes, niggas compared to snakes

First mistake thinkin' I bluff then I get irrate

Ya best make side stakes, thinkin' I'ma fall

Y'all do this just for love, y'all niggas got some gall

I'm the answer on the mic like A.I. on the ball

If you talkin' money I'm part of that conversation

If you talkin' funny, plannin' ya expiration

And I ain't even hak on niggas, it's just the truth

I rock with a crooked tooth

My bedroom's the mic booth

I'm 80 percent proof, 20 percent show

50-50 on the dough, 50 percent chance ya live

If ya ain't got 50 percent to show



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[Sadat X]

I think I just found the sound that we was lookin' for

It's what I have to go downtown to the booking for

My four eyes could've saw right through her thighs

Intertwined bodies, I don't really play the party

These fraudulent niggas handshake me to death

The industry types try to mop up what's left

By the code of my dead ancestor's, no doubt

All four wheels, so we can be out

I drink the mean green six pack

And keep police back at bay

Work or play, I stay a beast

She bitin' on my ear, telling me to release

I'm for this winner's side

Straight rims and Chucka Tims

Black leather, black all weather skullies

And 20's of dro, I'd thought I'd let you know

That I'm a be here till the black wax melt

I'm felt like the Garden fight

On my arm is something tight



[Hook]