[Heavy D]
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Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
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This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
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I'm talkin about from this side to that side
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East side, West side, your side, my side
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It's all about being funky man
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Aiyyo give me that microphone
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It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
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and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
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where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
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Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
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Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again
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You see me on your MTV and on your BET
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and on your local focal point video show
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Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
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No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
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cause they still my people
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I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me
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They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
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Let's get it on!
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[Chorus x2]
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Untouchables at your door
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(Let's get it on)
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All you wack rappers hit the floor
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[2pac]
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How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
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Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
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I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
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thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
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Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
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They after a playa but I won't let em capture me
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I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
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I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things
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I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
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Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
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Rollin down the 4-0-5, beware of stangers
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Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
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I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
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From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam
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Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
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before the penitentiary
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Let's get it on!!
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[Chorus: x2]
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Untouchables at your door
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(Let's get it on)
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All you wack rappers hit the floor
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[Grand Puba]
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I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
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I have all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
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I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
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I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
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and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
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So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
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Niggaz got more game than Genesis
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Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
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but them youth don't trouble we
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because they fall victim to what they see hey!
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I keeps it (Reel to Reel) like my last album title song
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but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
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(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
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get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
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[cough, cough]
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Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
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Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
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B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
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and your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me
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When you throw the drop check em throughly
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The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
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And dead niggaz don't make no moves
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When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
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Reminiscin on my swinger days
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when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
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Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
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Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
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Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
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Face down you know the routine the cream
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Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
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Let's get it on
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Let's Get It On
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Heavy D |