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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Craig Mack
Craig Mack
Vocals
G. Dep
G. Dep
Vocals
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Mack
Craig Mack
Songwriter
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Barry White
Barry White
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Deric Angelettie
Deric Angelettie
Songwriter
Trevell Coleman
Trevell Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deric Angelettie
Deric Angelettie
Producer
Eric "E-Bo" Butler
Eric "E-Bo" Butler
Mixing Engineer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

To my motherfuckin' man, 50 Grand
The alcoholic man, inject a tall can
In his bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
MC provoker, Chocolate Thai smoker
I like to max in Maxima's and Acura's
Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin'
The raw rapper, spine snapper
With the little hookers on my lapper
You know the flavored 'bacco
A shy **** but I ain't your fuckin' comforter
And if I ever fall in love, I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask the hooker if I didn't juke her
If she try to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her
Why you wanna play your games on me?
Bitch, you're crazy
Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Rest with the **** on that real blood spill shit
My rappin' tactics are drastic
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree
You better be filled with energy
**** never gettin' me
So let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Odds even, said, "Shoot"
Ask me the reason and I said, "Loot"
Man, that's all I'm here for
Therefore, when death declares war, you know what to prepare for
Run for shelter, book flights in Delta
Live on your station, the radiation'll melt your cool
I guess your mama raised a fool
You didn't wanna blaze your tool, shoulda stayed in school
Rap terror, shots through your new era
Get it together, y'all **** shoulda knew better
I'm on point like acupuncture
I might track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
Left side, right side, which ho I might slide
Runnin' with this big guy, y'all **** is pint-size
Don't make a **** have to show you the pound
And show you the sound that'll put you low in the ground
So let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
I be like, wha, lemme clear my throat
Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
Hey
Yo, from coast to coast
I burn like toast, so dope that I floats through snow, ****
Oh, you don't wanna bow to me
The agony, be like, somebody help me, please
Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
In any weather, I biddy bang-bangin' you, ****
I used to be the chick that licked the lollipop
Now I pop through your body parts
You like the way I interact
Proceed to smack any MC that's whack
Microphone check, one, two
I do you too like them freaks run through your crew
Give it to me
Send it to me
But before I get down, where's my money?
Let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down
Written by: Barry White, Christopher Wallace, Craig Mack, Deric Angelettie, Melissa Elliott, Trevell Coleman
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