made up, come on Get in, get in too Let it ride, tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get in too Let it ride, tonight's tha night
word up Mr. Smith and Busta Rhymes get down Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm Audi Fellas get
it out Check it out Yo, my movement motion Smooth or rough as the ocean Sometimes, it slip away and I lose devotion My judgement get cloudy Then I wanna get
in the mix when the shit start jumpin' At a club and at a house If a sucker disrespect, I get upset Now I'ma make my plan to get with it I'ma hit, and
kickin? Yo, bustin? out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) The rhymes are on time (Time!) Rippin? up the sound just like a radio Observe the rhyme
Aight! Check it out Word, niggaz smoke too fuckin' much man We can all get by if we want now Get a fat piece of the pie if we want Motherfuckers gettin
[Radio DJ] Hey DJ (I'm your radio) It's a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill
gonna get it [Busta Rhymes] Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get
gets real ???? get backs, don't get slick, i`m feelin' kinda good and gotta itch 1 more time for ya mind, here I go wit my rhyme I'm a get it from the
, you know, you gots the feelin' Just dance, ah come on and get down Just get on down Just get on down Just get on down Just get on down ...
they wanna get it I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what? They so right, you get stuck
own fuckin rhyme Chorus: Pimp, in my own, fuckin rhyme Pimp in my own fuckin rhyme yes I'm A pimp, in my own, fuckin rhyme Pimp in my own fuckin rhyme
a nigga get bucked So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up Chorus [MJG] Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air Get close
, your brothers tried to pop me On the sneak tip, without me knowing So I keep going, and my rhymes keep flowing On and on, and I don't quit I get pushed
The outcome is there so listen Here's the brief description A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust Contact is compact when I bust MC's are
, let me bust another verse for you Your arms too short to box with Ra, so quit You don't want no kind of conflict Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme
like a lightbulb Or get crazy or go insane or get fed up I'll get smooth and fuck your whole head up Get you open so I could get in, you see The next
decides that, Trademark designed raps through divine contact The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, define clever We find Trademark's photo ID below the letters Your rhymes