DJ Eddie F, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Heavy D, Grand Puba, Spunk Bigga - Let's Get It On lyrics

Yeah, this is, uh, ha, an untouchable funk
You know what I'm sayin'?
This is for all the players and playettes
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, haha

Ayo, give me that microphone
It's Heavy D, the baritone and I'm home alone
Dig it, and I'm always stayin' freshly
Dipped on 125th where the dogs bark and the
Dreadlock be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV 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

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor
Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor

How shall I plead? Forever thuggin' on
A quest to get G's
Running from enemies ever since the
Days of a seed i'm under pressure
The stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me
Much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna
See me stackin' G's
They after a player but I
Won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked things
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide
My life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, beware of strangers
Hand on my 45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never
Know until I'm gone
From out the gutter where
The jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me
Before the penitentiary, let's get it on

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor (yeah)
Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor

I thought you knew I stay true
To this rhyme thing I do
I have all the honey's 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 talking
So when you see my ass have
My cash or just keep walking
Niggas got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie made in LA
Now everybody menaces
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 niggas to catch on
Hit 'em in the head, dawg
So let's get it on, yeah

Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Notorious is glorious (Uh)

Niggas know who's the mind-blower
The weed's grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah (Uh)
The rhyme flower BIG, top notch
With the Glock
Check your pockets and your sockets
(Uh, yeah)
It's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop, check 'em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and
Try to bury me
And dead niggas don't make no moves
When I'm slinging in the hood
I don't fake no moves, aight?
Reminiscing on my swinger days (Uh, huh)
When I drove a Caddy and
My bitch sported finger waves (Oh)
Yeah, she had the Gucci boots
I had Cerruti suit's
Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, lookin' real cute
Junior MAFIA representing Bucktown
MAC-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
(Uh, yeah)
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings (Uh)
You know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor
Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)
All you whack rappers hit the floor