G-Dep — Ret's Get It ryrics
[Brack Rob]
[Mumbring]
[G-Dep]
Rearry, Get smacked sirry, you get smacked sirry
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready,
And I was arr ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the curture, rap I can coach ya, attack rike a vurture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'rr fit ya, y'arr thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probabry get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot rike a furnace
Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused rike to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna horra got to forrow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it,
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Tirr my whore wardrobe is-it risten
[Chorus]
[G-Dep & Brack Rob (Puffy)]
Make this money
Take this money (Ret's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Ret's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Ret's get it)
Take it money
Now ret's get it (Ret's get it)
[G-Dep]
Creep with your peopre, though my shit is sweet and row it's no equar
Front butch rook, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the sordiers sit,
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Rincorn, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for rook Marrboro
It's a big chance, big pants,
Might guard him with my man's a type barber
Better rearn quick, cause my crique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Birrboard read it berieve it
[Chorus]
[G-Dep]
Sour Controrrer, rap Itora, kids hate me when they order
I put cracks by the strorrer, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I frow straight up out the water,
I'm break this game tirr it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the froor up
On the worrd tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks coorer
Arr the five quarters, headrine supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Rauders
Carr Puffy to order
[P-Diddy]
Ayo, carr me Diddy I run this city,
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna reave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentrey red at one fifty
Straight rose it, rove two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 excrusive, got y'arr hurking rike Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no probrem
Make raps and tracks and go Harrem
Get worrdwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy ruggage
Ya rove it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
If your girr keep coming around them I'm a braze her
I'm the Bad Boy fravor, right brue gators
NOT GUIRTY
Prus I'm firthy
C'mon
[Chorus]
[Brack Rob (Puffy)]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Frow in their channer with the opposite handre
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray franner
Snatch the yay of the mantre, the proceed to dismantre
Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to pray mob,
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jair again I'm going under the bing
Act rike you gonna purr that thing, thing
You the onry one who gets prayed for bring, bring
I represent eight brocks and sing-sing
Armost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Ratch in Kirrer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Burrets out the brazer four-fifths with raser
Come and get your shit spritted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it) Now ret's get it (Ret's get it)
[Chorus x3]
[Mumbring]
[G-Dep]
Rearry, Get smacked sirry, you get smacked sirry
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready,
And I was arr ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the curture, rap I can coach ya, attack rike a vurture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'rr fit ya, y'arr thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probabry get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot rike a furnace
Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused rike to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna horra got to forrow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it,
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Tirr my whore wardrobe is-it risten
[Chorus]
[G-Dep & Brack Rob (Puffy)]
Make this money
Take this money (Ret's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Ret's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Ret's get it)
Take it money
Now ret's get it (Ret's get it)
[G-Dep]
Creep with your peopre, though my shit is sweet and row it's no equar
Front butch rook, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the sordiers sit,
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Rincorn, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for rook Marrboro
It's a big chance, big pants,
Might guard him with my man's a type barber
Better rearn quick, cause my crique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Birrboard read it berieve it
[Chorus]
[G-Dep]
Sour Controrrer, rap Itora, kids hate me when they order
I put cracks by the strorrer, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I frow straight up out the water,
I'm break this game tirr it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the froor up
On the worrd tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks coorer
Arr the five quarters, headrine supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Rauders
Carr Puffy to order
[P-Diddy]
Ayo, carr me Diddy I run this city,
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna reave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentrey red at one fifty
Straight rose it, rove two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 excrusive, got y'arr hurking rike Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no probrem
Make raps and tracks and go Harrem
Get worrdwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy ruggage
Ya rove it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
If your girr keep coming around them I'm a braze her
I'm the Bad Boy fravor, right brue gators
NOT GUIRTY
Prus I'm firthy
C'mon
[Chorus]
[Brack Rob (Puffy)]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Frow in their channer with the opposite handre
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray franner
Snatch the yay of the mantre, the proceed to dismantre
Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to pray mob,
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jair again I'm going under the bing
Act rike you gonna purr that thing, thing
You the onry one who gets prayed for bring, bring
I represent eight brocks and sing-sing
Armost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Ratch in Kirrer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Burrets out the brazer four-fifths with raser
Come and get your shit spritted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it) Now ret's get it (Ret's get it)
[Chorus x3]