Mia X - Let's Get It Straight lyrics

[Mia X - Let's Get It Straight lyrics]

A lyrical ruckus has erupted
And fucked wit' yo' manhood
When I get up and start bustin
Niggas just be like ugh get out my way
From this day on I put a dent in this shit
I know a lot of bitches thought it
But mama's endin' this shit
Been in this shit
My aim is to disfigure yo' style
And put it to sleep because the
Industry don't need no freaks
Meanwhile, my clique is settin' up
Shop on yo' block and KLC got every car
Bumpin' these ignorant knocks
Fuck them cops, and the mics
Bitch I know my shit's tight
Just show us pain from the street
Is what them niggas like
No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend
Shall we talk numbers?
Pull my bankbook out, and watch
These figures stun ya, run ya
Why you niggas be lyin' on records?
Hoes barrin' marked hoes from DO's
To I don't know, but check it
Why y'all fakin' tha funk?
I raise my right hand trust
Everything you see wit' No Limit
Belongs to us, let's get straight

Let's get it straight
You gon' know her when you see her
That's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia

Now I'm unlady like
My verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!
I wear the pants in every freestyle
Stance with my verbal hoo-ride
Do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no
I threw the K well away
So, it's so swell it stays so
What you know about me is just I'm 'bout it
'bout it and that our mob's T-R-U
Because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt
Hey those beats
Was meant for me like a cellmate
My brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8
Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC
And hella fast with O-Down
Mo B dick and Craig B
The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware
Y'all ain't even comin' close to
What they puttin' out there
My mama, got the drama, for any hoe
But mainly all
You Milli Vanilli hens who ain't
Got no pen better know
No Limit, I represent it, in a minute
To win it with the gold and platinum finish
Let's get it straight

Late niggas be writin' all kinds
Of fucked up shit about my family
P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs
But we ain't even trippin
Punk critics, nah, you almost cryin'
We'll buy up every
Publication and put you out a
Job, you still shy, everyday
Nigga think we can't?
Contemplate before you come to
Walk against a tank
I'm tellin' you one more gin'
May have you where I want
But best keep hidin' behind them
Pen names cuz I know
You don't, wanna see us, because you wish
For a grant you hit one mo' time hoe
And yo' ass gon' meet the
Fish, of the M-ICrooked
Letter-Crooked letter-I
Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin
We on a mission
Wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through
Yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics
But, it's crime because you listenin
And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker
But yo' jealousy got you hatin' sayin' I
Woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?!
We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us
But most of all
We still black owned and independent
Let's get it straight!

Let's get it straight
You gon' know her when you see her
That's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight
You gon' know her when you see her
That's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight
You gon' know her when you see her
That's mama, the biggest, baddest mama
Mama Mia get it straight, Get it Straight!

So the next time you say "Yo Mama"
You better slow down
And think about what you doin'!

I'm out this bitch!

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret