Let's Get It On (Remix)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]

Uh, yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border

Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters

I might just hold it and sell weight

Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate

Nigga I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great

You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late

Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate?

My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State

And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate

Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state

A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway

I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti

Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to Friday

A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade

No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play

Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this shit my way

So nigga what you want?

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Banger]

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit, nigga

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit, nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on, nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on, nigga, uh

Don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on, nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it (Yo) on, nigga (Yo)

[Verse 2: Banger]

I got that work that the Africans stepped on, the pope blessed on

The 2 for 5's, the whole hood slept on

Don't kept growin toes, never got stepped on

Nowadays, nigga recognized I'm a real don

Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill's gone

Left 3 mill on the block, and I'm still on

Niggas see my face when the real's on

I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on

My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on

And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on

It's hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong

Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I'm so gone

After fame comes success, now that my team's strong

Nowadays, I don't need a shoulder to lean on

Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on

And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on

So nigga what you want?

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Cease]

I got my

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga

Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs

Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse

Read my lips, I kill you

Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you

I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie

Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis

Read between the lines see what I see

I see the diary of a sick bastard

Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips

Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips

Flipping coke in corner store bodegas

In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II

I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes

I get up in that ass every time

Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable

Getting mad blunted in a 600

Benz, ask your friends who's the illest

Licking shots, niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit, nigga

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit, nigga

Junior M.A.F.I.A., representing Buck-Town

MAC-11s 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, nigga, let's get it on, nigga, uh