The Notorious B.I.G. — Let Me Get Down

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] 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, huh? I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin', huh? 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 Chuckii Booker on her: "Why you wanna play your games on me?" Bitch, you're crazy, commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real bloodspill shit My rappin' tactics are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigre You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down [Hook: Craig Mack] Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahhhh boy, let me get down and funk em) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Yeah.. uh-huh.. yeah) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Yo, I just wanna get 'em) [Verse 2: G-Dep] Yeah, yo Odds even, said shoot (blaow) 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 niggas shoulda knew better I'm on point like acupuncture I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya Left side, right side, witcha ho I might slide Runnin' wit' this big guy, y'all niggas is pint-size 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 [Hook: Craig Mack] Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (What? What?) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahh.. I just wanna funk, what? Ahhhh) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] I be like: "Whaaaat?" Let me clear my throat Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes Heyy! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast So dope that I floats through snow, nig-guh Oh, you don't wanna battle me The agony be like: "Somebody help me, please!" Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga Ah-huh, 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 wack Ah-huh, microphone check one two I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew Give it to me, ohh, send it to me, ohh But before I get down, where's my money? Let me get down [Hook: Craig Mack] Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahhh.. boyeee) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit) Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (Hahh.. I just wanna funk) Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH Mack, feelin the funk) [Outro: Notorious B.I.G.] Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggas