Let's Get It On

[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 a pie steak

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?

[Hook x2: Lil' Cease]

I got my own company, why should I hate

My paper long as fuck, high as a pie steak

And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate

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

[Verse 2: Banger]

Yo, Yo

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

The 2 for 5's, the whole hood slepted 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?

[Hook x4]

...Why should I hate

...High as a pie steak

...It just vibrate

...I don't sign state