Lyrical Breakdown of Let Me Get Down (feat. G-Dep, Craig Mack & Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott) - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man

Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can

Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker

MC provoker, chocolate Thai smoker hear

I like to max in Maximas and Acuras

Your girl butt cheeks I'm smackin' her

The raw rapper, spine snapper with the little hookers on my lap-ah

You know the flavor Mack-ah

A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin' comforter

And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin' her

Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her

If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her

Why you wanna play your games on me, bitch, you crazy?

Commitments, I'm Swayze, no time for the ill shit

Rest with the niggaz on that real blood spill shit

My rappin' tactics are drastic

Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic

So if you wanna see my pedigree you better be, filled with energy

Niggaz never gettin' me, so let me get down, let me get down

Let me get down, let me get down

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Yeah, yo, odds even, said shoot

Asked me the reason, and I said loot

Man that's all I'm here for, therefore

When death declares war, you know what to prepare for

Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta

Live on your station, the radiation'll melt ya cool

I guess your momma raised a fool

You didn't wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school

Rap terror, shots through your new era

Get it together, y'all niggaz shoulda knew better

I'm on point like acupuncture

I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya

Left side, right side, witcha hoe I might slide

Runnin' with this big guy, y'all niggaz is pranksters

Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound

And show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground

Just let me get down

Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down

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I be like what? Let me clear my throat

Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes

Hey, yo from coast to coast I burn like toast

So dope that I floats through snow nigga

Oh, you don't wanna bow to me

The agony be like, "Somebody help me please"

Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better

In any weather, I'm Biggie bangin' ya nigga

I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop

Now I pop through your body parts

Blaow, blaow, you like the way I interact

Proceed to smack, any MC that's whack

Microphone check one two, I do ya tool

Like them freaks run through your crew

Give it to me, oh, send it to me, oh

But before I get down, where's my money?

Let me get down

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Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggaz