Gettin' It

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Funkmaster Flex

Aston George Taylor, Jr. (born August 5, 1968) better known as Funkmaster Flex is an American hip hop DJ, rapper, musician and producer on New York City's Hot 97 radio station and host of the hit MTV show Funk Flex Full Throttle. more »

Year:

1999

3:52

116 Views

Playlists:

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[Mase] 
How 'my complain  na? 
When I'm as pretty as my father? 
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?) 
That know each other (yeah) 

Yo  I'm the problem nigga's got  but scared to step to it 
If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it 
See cats in the club  it's just music 
Thieves and killers'll tell ya  I just proved it 
I set the tone  ya nigga's adjust to it 
Spit bars  nigga's do sets and rep's to it 
I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it 
Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it 
Come clean now, I'll send these tests to it 
I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It" 
You know I hide B's on it 
Come on B.S. and leave on it 
Get 50 grand and breathe on it 
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it 
Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it 
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw 
Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor 
If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more 
Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw 
While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar 
So I greet them like the chicken they are 
Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car 
Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law 
Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you 
So all them cowards want to ride with you 
They either die with you, or lie cripple 
Mess with me, now why would you? 
Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple 
Double Up 

[Chorus: Mase & Flex] 
Where all my down super star's at? (Gettin' it) 
Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it) 
Where the 90 girls that? (Gettin' it) 
Where the girls around the world at? (Gettin' it) 

Real hair, real furs (Gettin' it) 
Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it) 
For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it) 
Can't forget my niggas locked down at 
(Gettin' it, uh huh) 

[Mase] 
Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal 
Some hold they head, some see appeal 
Some come home wild in the week to kill 
Then show old cats young cats be real 
Deep throat be how I greet my chick 
Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six 
Any man call me fam', got at least a brick 
Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks 
When I'm down and out and I need the chips 
Vietnam will be how I leave your script 
And it take dough just to reach the rich 
So can't no senator impeach my 
And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not 
Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked 
And any cat mess with us get one shot 
To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot 
Blaque, back up, what what 
Blaque, back up, All Out 
(Where you at? Where you at?) 

[Chorus]

[Mase] 
Yo, please don't make Murda live out the name 
I'm only here to get enough, then I'm out the game 
A nigga didn't want drama, why he came? 
It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain 
Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same 
Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same 
Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine 
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim 
Please don't be stupid, come out the chain 
Don't be a hero, this clip will bang 
A nigga like Mase probably got everything 
X-30 G's, then why buy a plane? 
No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things 
Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range 
Uh, All Out (c'mon) 
Bad Boy, Double Up 
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?) 
It's not a game 

[Chorus: x2]

Come on, Come on

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