Let’s Get It On

Lyrics

[Intro: Heavy D] Yeah, this is, uh, ha, an untouchable 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, haha [Verse 1: Heavy D] 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 125th 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 [Chorus: Eddie F] Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor [Verse 2: 2Pac] How shall I plead? Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's Running 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 player 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 and 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 strangers Hand on my .45, that's what the fame does I'm probably wrong but I'll never know until I'm gone From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me Before the penitentiary, let's get it on [Chorus: Eddie F] Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor (Yeah) Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor [Verse 3: Grand Puba] I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do I have all the honey's 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 talking So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking Niggas got more game than Genesis Seen a movie made in LA, now everybody Menaces 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, dawg, so let's get it on, yeah [Interlude: Notorious B.I.G.] Split the dutchies, fill it with the skunk We about to get wicked in the joint, uh Notorious is glorious (Uh) [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas know who's the mind-blower, the weed grower Have you seeing doubles like Noah (Uh) The rhyme flower B.I.G Top-notch with the Glock, check your pockets and your sockets (Uh, yeah) It's just the way my pops taught me When you throw the drop, check 'em thoroughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggas don't make no moves When I'm slinging in the hood, I don't fake no moves, aight? Reminiscing on my swinger days (Uh-huh) When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves (Oh) Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Carducci suits Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, lookin' real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representing Bucktown MAC-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down (Uh, yeah) Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring, let's get it on [Chorus: Eddie F] Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you whack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you whack rappers hit the floor