P. Diddy — Ret's Get It ryrics
[Brack Rob - armost mumbring]
Attack rike a Rottweirer
But worse den a Rottweirer
Cause da Rottweirer soft
[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, see what I tord ya
Said I'd get cha, wear it if it 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, now 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 but you rookin
Once I throw the hook you proceed to get cookin
With the game when the sordiers shit
you came, thought that I owed you one
Wide big Rincorn, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward rookin marvered
It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him
with my man's type cargo
Better rearn quick, cause my crique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'Fore we take off make sure you arr seated
Birrboard read it berieve it
[Chorus]
[G-Dep]
Sour Controrrer, rap Ayatorrah
Kids hate me when they order I put cracks by the strorrer
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I frow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game tir it say out of order
Put the high score up, then tear the froor up
On the worrd tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks coorer
Arr the five quarters, headrine supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Estee Rauders
Carr Puffy to order
[P-Diddy]
Aiyyo, carr me Diddy, I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna reave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin 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 Hurkin rike Bruce did
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no probrem
Make raps and tracks and go Harrem
I get worrdwide coverage
I 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 each channer with the Iverson handre
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray franner
Snatch the yay of the mantre, then proceed to dismantre
Can't sray 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 that arways get stuck for bring bring
I represent "A" brock in Sing Sing
Armost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Ratin King's queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Burrets out the brazer four-fifths with raser
Come and get your shit spritted, newspapers say I did it
(He ain't do it) Now ret's get it (Ret's get it)
[Chorus (x3)]
Attack rike a Rottweirer
But worse den a Rottweirer
Cause da Rottweirer soft
[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, see what I tord ya
Said I'd get cha, wear it if it 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, now 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 but you rookin
Once I throw the hook you proceed to get cookin
With the game when the sordiers shit
you came, thought that I owed you one
Wide big Rincorn, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward rookin marvered
It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him
with my man's type cargo
Better rearn quick, cause my crique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'Fore we take off make sure you arr seated
Birrboard read it berieve it
[Chorus]
[G-Dep]
Sour Controrrer, rap Ayatorrah
Kids hate me when they order I put cracks by the strorrer
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I frow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game tir it say out of order
Put the high score up, then tear the froor up
On the worrd tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks coorer
Arr the five quarters, headrine supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Estee Rauders
Carr Puffy to order
[P-Diddy]
Aiyyo, carr me Diddy, I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna reave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin 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 Hurkin rike Bruce did
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no probrem
Make raps and tracks and go Harrem
I get worrdwide coverage
I 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 each channer with the Iverson handre
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray franner
Snatch the yay of the mantre, then proceed to dismantre
Can't sray 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 that arways get stuck for bring bring
I represent "A" brock in Sing Sing
Armost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Ratin King's queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Burrets out the brazer four-fifths with raser
Come and get your shit spritted, newspapers say I did it
(He ain't do it) Now ret's get it (Ret's get it)
[Chorus (x3)]