Icewater, Raekwon, DJ Paul - Let's Get It lyrics

Yeah, it goes 1
And here comes the 2 to the Three
6 Mafia, with the R-A-E
From NYC to the Memphis Tenne-ky
We ro-tote that ammo, berettas and good green
On the club dance floor
We make them bottles start to popping
In the club parking lot, we got those Glocks
Body rocking with four limos going on
There still ain't no stopping
Hypnotize and Icewater got the
Speakers straight rocking
With a thug on the piano
All of them glizz a bananas
Double O tre', like a letter
As with gray tape on bandanas
I hit the power like if I was Tony Montana
And make a nigga break his
Head like MC hammer

Aiyo, it's time to take over
We the new age mobstas
Love them automatics but I
Stay with them revolvers post on the block
Keep the goons in the hallway
I don't touch nothing
Yo I handle mine the boss way
So keep fronting
I'mma show you what the four say
Bulldog bark like them dogs up in raw way
So act up and keep thinking you hard
All you did was get one step closer to God
And I want ya'll niggas to push me
I'mma crack his forehead
And watch him spread open like a pussy
Whoever got a problem with that
Nigga speak out use the back of the fifth
Tear a nigga teeth out
Ice dot, who you know better than that?
Gunshot put his bladder all over his lap

I don't like you, and you don't like me
So when we bump heads
Tell me what it's gon' be
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it

I don't like you, and you don't like me
So when we bump heads
Tell me what it's gon' be
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it

Aiyo Cash let me get 'em
(nah, Caskets let me get 'em)
Fuck it you can have 'em
I smash whose evers wit 'em
My four four mag, toe tag, whoever's riffin'
And my logo, Cash
(what, Caskets, is you kidding?)
Chill, don't laugh, cuz Cash, yo
I be tripping cuz I know they bags
And caskets'll that'll fit 'em
(Caskets, I'mma split 'em
I'm accurate when I spit 'em
That mack clips
Send bastards backwards when I hit 'em
Them shots come
Back to back when I be spitting)
It's a fact
You'll be reppin' plastic from the Smith &
(I make his faggot ass do
Backflips from a distance
If he ever cross Cash and
Caskets) You'll be missing

Bust flames at faggots
Jump out the window with the ratchets
Camouflage vest on, big hatchet
Move through the city like Gotti boys
Going to court
Three G suit's, new blue shotty toys
Can't take nothing from us
You'll die from the get-go
Might find your head spreaded in the Pinto
Me go hard from paper, bread, yen, Euro
Make one call, my criminal bureau
Is straight now, everything, I said
It, I sent it, whatever
Big daddy get yours, we been in it
Wu Tang's foulest, Icewater's wildest
Three 6 Mafi', big papi with the Cialis

I don't like you, and you don't like me
So when we bump heads
Tell me what it's gon' be
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it

I don't like you, and you don't like me
So when we bump heads
Tell me what it's gon' be
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it