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lirik lagu big caz presents, grand puba, 2pac, biggie - let’s get it on - remix

[intro: notorious b.i.g.]
uh, split the dutches, fill it with the skunk
we about to get wicked in the joint
notorious is glorious

[verse 1: 2pac]
how should i plead? forever thuggin’ on a quest to get g’s
runnin’ from enemies ever since the days of a seed
i’m under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin’
thinkin’ n~ggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
wonder why the police don’t wanna see me stackin’ g’s
they after a playa, but i won’t let ’em capture me
i gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
i can’t sleep, closе my eyes, i see wicked things
i keep my pistol by my bеdside, one in the chamber
preoccupied with homicide, my life’s in danger
rollin’ down the 405, beware of stangers
hand on my 4~5; that’s what the fame does
i’m probably wrong, but i’ll never know it till i’m gone
from out the gutter where the jealous motherf~ckers roam
pass the weed let that hennessey get to me
before the penitentiary, let’s get it on!

[verse 2: grand puba]
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
n~ggas 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 n~ggas to catch on
hit ’em in the head, dawg, so let’s get it on, yeah
[verse 3: notorious b.i.g.]
n~ggas know who’s the mind blower, the weed grower
have you seeing doubles like noah, the rhyme flower (uh)
b.i.g., top notch with the glock check your pockets (uh)
and your sockets, just the way my pops taught me
when you throw the drop check ’em thoroughly
the b~st~rd might spin around and try to bury me
and dead n~ggas don’t make no moves
when i’m slingin’ in the hood i don’t fake no moves, aight
reminiscing on my swingin’ days (uh~huh)
when i drove a caddy and my b~tch sported finger waves (uh)
yeah, she had the gucci boots, i had sarducci suits
oshkosh~begosh coca~cola lookin real cute
junior m.a.f.i.a. representing bucktown
mac~11 c~cked back n~ggas better duck down (yeah, uh)
facedown you know the routine the cream
earrings, you know the drama biggie bring, let’s get it on

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