Let's Get Ill

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty, when she get aroused Like to suck her own titty Put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is it, now listen Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit When I came, the game that I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water I'm break this game till it say out of order Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters, headline supporters, hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders, call Puffy to order Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with the laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it Now let's get it Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it