Capone-N-Noreaga, Musaliny-N-Maze - Yes Sir lyrics

Yea (yea)
Man, we damn you (man, we damn you)
Remy Ma, ohh hey, hey ahey ahey ahey hey
Hey ahey ahey ahey

Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - playin' games y'all
Niggas jus' won't fit it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

I play in charts
(in charts) like a baller push a nigga say
And ain't no man who sell a soul like I do it
(hey) ya AK's in a breakapart, Nore's art
Are you seein' me with that
Cushion, anybody sucks it, niggas
You go back in ya' world, you observe
Said you'll always be my man
Are you flippin' the birds?
And bitches, you know Obama does
It, yea, it ain't fight, fuck 'em
Have you met a nigga, bitches? Fuck
It if you try it, suck 'em
My life is great, you haters suck
Have a nice day
What if niggas fuck'n' speed up?
And yea, niggas know I hang up
And you wish you ran ya' biz
'Cuz it's dodgin' budget, do it like a rainer
(Yes, sir) Bring ya' niggas
After bitches in fur
We hold it down on ol' school
An ol' drama occur
Nigga, damn it! This shit a Hollywood
Anywhere, any town, anybody, move around

Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

G, G, G, and you ain't feel like I bust it
But I ain't got no way in chirm
But more money - more bitches
More hittin' the birds
Rap shit is too slow, man, give me a porny
And I git that shit
Fucked up, what's happenin', shorty?
(Y'know) Money make the world go 'round
Or cooler beany jewelry make
The girls go down i got probation
Back to back to the BLO teacher
Man, I shut up yo' fake
I make sure all my niggas keepin' it up

Maze, mack to mack wit' no magic
'04 wit' no craft to the beats
I have 'em wide open
No more lips and hips, whole lotta carrots
They go fo' beats and they git it
I stare at no Chevy's
A way back after 4-6 squash maggots
I be low wit' myself, bitch
Too matter of fact
I know, ya ain't got this chillin'
You can't touch me 'Cuz when we rap
Speakers from the Nann Nigga can't go

Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

My cars flow like I'm havin' a chance
And I'm in the "Best for the street"
Callin' channel in fashion
And I'm rappin' straight in the breakin'
This shank under my tongue i seek 'em all
Wanna nigga like I'm Arleysong
You, you and you is fucker
Love for the love spaces
Go, people, cash and a walk
The whole place is upon that rap
What have you nigga room for yo' paces
Have the CNN bangers on frame and on papers
See if you can dodge walruses like
Me & my May clips
Pick the champagne and bang it
Give you feel of the paces
(Yes, sir) CNN is back in the bracelets
Give them bloody money on top
Of New York like skyscrapers
When yo' lass ain't gotta brassiere
Can you dress in it, sir?
Show bling like chain, it ain't drama
Right herr got my booth wit' my hammer
And my go-low-coal
Don't git it twisted, holla, nigga
Jus' fuck out the soul

Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir - you, you and you can git it
Yes, sir, huh? Yes, sir, huh?

Yes, sir yes, sir
Yes, sir