INSPECTAH DECK - Get Down Wit Me lyrics

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[Intro: DJ Premier sample {Lounge Mode} (Inspectah Deck)]

Aiyo, what the fuck is this shit

That ya'll are listening to nowadays on the radio, man?

{Yo, we gotta get up out of here, son..}

(Yeah... do not attempt to adjust your radio

Your system is now under the control of House Gang FM

Featuring your host for the night

The leader of the The Rebellion, the Rebel INS

Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Inspectah Deck:]

Ain't no doubt big homey is sick, heads know me to flip

Before it goes down, show me the chip

It's going down, La, throw me the fifth

Hold it so quick, get ya word out to Donnie and Fisk

It's the sicker guy, he be hogging the rock

And don't split the pie, big bomb in his sock

Now watch him dip the five, plus he spit sick jive

Rest in peace to that million dollar kid with the Why

On a city high, wide tires and rims

Rocking custom made suade suits and mobster brims

On fedoras, start with three quarters, before rap

You saw us handcuffed, jumping out the Ford Taurus

Spitting like a calico, soprano or alto

No doubt, though, I gets down to my outro

That's how it go, in the club or the hood

We the wolves in this rap, like off to no, good, man

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Ya'll don't wanna fuck with me

The Rebel INS, W-T-C

The crew H-D from the U-D-Z

You wanna get down, get down with me

[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]

Aiyo, Streetlife, what up, nigga? (yeah)

Size/7 (hit me up), Johnny Blaze (Wu-Tang)

The RZA (Golden Arms), The GZA, all my fam roll deep

(ODB rest in peace, baby!)

[Inspectah Deck:]

They wanna get with the kid, I give 'em the biz

That's what this is, splitting ya wig, living it big

Ain't try'nna see prison or bids, I'm got to get this

I'm in your crib, son, I did it to live

Been sick since the crib, now I'm this big, flip wigs

The main reason money lost his wiz

Put some money on the wood, I need atleast six figs

For some money in the hood, watch the hoods get biz

It's the good shit, kid, not the twenty or gram

Them fishscale, tip the scale, kill a gram

I'm choppin' on the plate, bag it up, like weight

Had you fiending like Dave Chappelle in Half Baked

The last of the great, I crash and cause quakes

Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face

Slash breaks with the fader, watch 'em fascinate

Straight, pull off a caper, snatch cake and break, nigga