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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Producer
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Producer
Jason Groucott
Jason Groucott
Recording Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Marchese
Glenn Marchese
Engineer
Steve Souder
Steve Souder
Recording Engineer
J Dilla
J Dilla
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh uh
Uh uh uh
Get up, uh uh
For real, uh uh
Come on
Ooh, my, ooh, my
Ooh, my, ooh, my, ooh, my
What? What?
[Verse 2]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract, you know my stiggidy in here (Yeah)
**** get on and swear it's they fuckin' year
But, yo, your girl just move
To the joint in the club and the car if it groove
Brah, look, the movement is on
Mild mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh
I get my rhyme on thus
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust (Yeah yeah)
You vivrant and you fresh and all
Original, to say the least, and you've impressed Kamaal (Come on)
Rappers start, then they stall
Findin' it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, "Get your weight up" my motto, you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So, girls, move it around
If you see your main dog, give a brother a pound
And just, uh
[Verse 3]
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
And just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
If you on the block, then give it what you got
[Verse 4]
Uh, a thugger thrill, you the meanest of eyes
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
Or the Polo jeans or a Louis V bag, uh
Yo, hold the door, a'ight
We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moo got the fifth
D-Lyfe he got the good leaf and, girl, you got the gift
Uh, turn it over the page
Usherin' all of y'all into a brand new age
Where status really don't matter
Everbody get right to the pitter, the patter (Come on)
Makin' moves, settin' precedence
Enterin' your residence, the whole scene is decadence
And the feelin is true
I'm seein me and my crew
You seein' black and blue
Uh, so let's go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight
And if you bona fide, then just, uh
[Verse 5]
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
And just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, keep makin' it hot
If you on the block, then give it what you got, come on
[Verse 6]
Uh, what, what, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
(Give it, give it, give it, give it)
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
(Give it, give it, give it, give it)
Bring it, bring it, bring it
(Give it, give it, give it)
Where we bring it to?
Right here (Right where?)
Right here (Right where?)
Right here (Right where?)
Right here (Right where?)
Right here (Right where?)
Right here (Bring it here)
Right here (Take it home home, here)
(Take it home) Right here (Yeah, come on, uh)
[Verse 7]
Millenium on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
Hope you skippin' every line because I'm gettin mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block, every town, we startin' a trend (For real)
Eye to eye, Ma, and toe to toe
Who concentratin on killin the show?
Penetration is methodically slow
Mountain high, valley low, gonna find the dough
All my peoples, no matter the creed
We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need
Uh, uh, you feel, you feel the bite in this
If you think I'm type real then invite me, miss
And let me say a rhyme in your ear
Dancin' close you the most and you fit in here (Yeah)
You feel the rhythm is right
You know the spittin' is tight
You think you won't but I think you might (Uh)
[Verse 8]
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
And just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
[Verse 9]
Because, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
And just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
[Verse 10]
And just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
Just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
[Verse 11]
Just, uh
Breathe and stop
For real and give it what you got
If you on the block, keep makin' it hot
And if you're good with the thing, keep makin' it hot
Written by: J. Yancey, Kamaal Fareed
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