Let's Get It On (Feat. Grand Puba, Heavy D & Notorious B.I.G.) (Unreleased)
[Verse 1: Heavy D] Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you know what I'm sayin' This is for all the players and playettes wherever you at you dig I'm talkin' about from this side to that side East side, west side, your side, my side It's all about being funky. man Ayo, give me that microphone It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it And I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on 1-2-5th Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D again Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen again You see me on your MTV and on your BET And on your local focal point video show Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagle No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugs Cause they still my people I'm dynamic punks panic when they see me They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up Let's get it on
[Hook (x2)] Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you whack rappers hit the floor
[Verse 2: 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' niggas 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, close my eyes, I see wicked things I keep my pistol by my bedside 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 til I'm gone From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me Before the penitentiary Let's get it on
[Hook (x2)]
[Verse 3: Grand Puba] I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do I have all the honeys 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 talkin So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking Niggas got more game than Genesis Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C 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 niggas to catch on (hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] (*cough, cough*) Niggas know who's the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pockets And your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me When you throw the drop check 'em throughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggas don't make no moves When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves aight Reminiscin on my swinger days When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down Face down you know the routine the cream Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring Let's get it on