[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 

Nigga 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! 



[chorus]x2 

Untouchables at your door 

(Let's get it on) 

All you wack rappers hit the floor 



[2pac] 

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 niggaz 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 a nigga team 

I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams (deamons) 

I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber 

Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger 

Rollin down a ?? 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 motherfuckers roam 

Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me 

before the penitentiary 

Let's get it on!! 



[chorus]x2 

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 ass have my cash or just keep walking 

Niggaz 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 title song 

but I understand it takes a year for niggaz 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)* 

Niggaz 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 sock it's just the way my pops taught me 

When you throw the drop check em throughly 

The bastard might spin around and try to bury me 

And dead niggaz don't make no moves 

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

Reminiscin on my swingin days 

when I drove a Caddy and my bitch 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 cocked back niggaz better duck down 

Face down you know the routine the cream 

Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring 

Let's get it on