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Yeah, yeah, yeahGrand Puba, yeah[Hook]It's you and me (Get up)Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off)Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit itWhat's up wit it, what's up wit itIt's you and me (Get up)Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off)Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit itWhat's up wit it, what's up wit it[Grand Puba]As I do it like this I be some where on the top of the listMakin' classic joints way before "The Source" existsNo ice, maybe just a lil' bit on the wristAnd doin' this since Hot 97 was crispNow birds wanna press but I ain't with all thatDo y athing, ma no hatin' I just did all thatIt's all good, a nigga been bouncin' hot shit through the hoodWhen only two or three cars came with woodA legend MCNever got rotation on MTVThat don't bother me, got mad love for BETYou can bet cha' last dubEvery time that I drop I get l-u-vSo get up, ain't no need to play the seat nowPut em' cause ya know we bring the heat nowNo time to waste cause horsin' be coursin'Watch me scramble words like they be chicken abortions[Hook][???]Yo, I'm from a place where niggas pack rhymes like a loaded nineWe self-exploit signs and explode in your corroded mindI zone the line, I cross itYa got the strong arm, enforce it I dare yaLike these crooked as jakes, niggas compared to snakesFirst mistake thinkin' I bluff then I get irrateYa best make side stakes, thinkin' I'ma fallY'all do this just for love, y'all niggas got some gallI'm the answer on the mic like A.I. on the ballIf you talkin' money I'm part of that conversationIf you talkin' funny, plannin' ya expirationAnd I ain't even hak on niggas, it's just the truthI rock with a crooked toothMy bedroom's the mic boothI'm 80 percent proof, 20 percent show50-50 on the dough, 50 percent chance ya liveIf ya ain't got 50 percent to show[Hook][Sadat X]I think I just found the sound that we was lookin' forIt's what I have to go downtown to the booking forMy four eyes could've saw right through her thighsIntertwined bodies, I don't really play the partyThese fraudulent niggas handshake me to deathThe industry types try to mop up what's leftBy the code of my dead ancestor's, no doubtAll four wheels, so we can be outI drink the mean green six packAnd keep police back at bayWork or play, I stay a beastShe bitin' on my ear, telling me to releaseI'm for this winner's sideStraight rims and Chucka TimsBlack leather, black all weather skulliesAnd 20's of dro, I'd thought I'd let you knowThat I'm a be here till the black wax meltI'm felt like the Garden fightOn my arm is something tight[Hook]more