Lyrics Let's Geddit - Benedetto , Leftside

And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York Really,
Get smacked silly,
You get smacked silly Fucking with these
Niggaz from the, what you gon' do When you ready?
Shit I was born ready And I was already on fish and spaghetti Creep
With the culture,
Rap I can coach ya Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd 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 (*phone sounds*) Red bone pretty,
When she get aroused like to suck her own titty;
Put it in the video Ya want to 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 'til my whole wardrobe
Is-it, now listen Make this money, take this money (
Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (
Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (
Let's get it) Take it money.
Now let's get it (
Let's get it) Creep with your people Though my shit is Sweet and Low
It's no Equal Front but you lookin Once I throw the hook in proceed
To get cookin with the game when I sewed it Since you came thought I
Owed you one Wide big Lincoln,
Why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled It's a big chance,
Big pants, might guard him with my man's type proper Better learn
Quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, who are you?
Beat it 'fore we take off make sure you all seated In Billboard read
It, believe it Soul Controller,
Rap Ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the
Stroller I'm registered voter,
Motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter Bet I flow
Straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of
Order" Put the high score up Then tear the floor up On the world tour
With your whore out in Europe Head on the tour bus Do what them
Niggaz in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my
Supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from
Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order Aiyyo,
Call me Diddy - I run this city Send the cops, the D.
And feds to come get me Cats want to leave me for dead you comin with
Me Gettin 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 Hawkin like Yusef Cause I can,
Break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go
Harlem I 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 comin around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy,
C'mon I be the Eastside Soprano,
Rob Marciano Flow in e'ry 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 niggaz done tried
To play Rob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under
The wing If I go to jail again I'm goin under the bing Act like you
Gon' pull that thing thing You the only one
That always get stuck for bling bling I represent "
A" block in Sing Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin
King's queen Moves for paper,
Booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
Laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it (
He ain't do it) Now let's get it (
Let's get it) Make this money, take this money (
Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (
Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (
Let's get it) Take it money.
Now let's get it (
Let's get it)