Get Down Wit Me ft. Inspectah Deck Lyrics

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 rebellion

The Rebel INS

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't no doubt big homie is sick

Heads know me to flip before it goes down

Show me the chip, it's going down live

Throw me the fifth, hold this so quick

Get the word out to Donny and Vince

It's the sickest guy, he be hogging the rock and don't split the pie

Big bomb in the sock, now watch him pick the five

Plus he spent six jobs, rest in peace to that million dollar kid

With the Y on the city high, wide tires and rims

Rocking custom made suede suits and mobster brims

Or Fedoras, circle three quarters

Before that, 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 wildlife up to no good, man

Rapper, what the fuck to me

The rebel INS WuTC

The crew HG from the UDC

You wanna get down, get down with me

Hey, yeah

Street life, what up, nigga

Size Seven Johnny Blaze

Wu Tang, the RZA

Golden arms, Jamel Ireif,

ODB, rest in peace, baby

They wanna get with the kid, I give them the biz

That's what this is, flicking your wig, living it big

Aint trying to see prisoner bids, I got to get dibs

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 at least six figs

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

It's the good shit, kid, not the 20 a gram

The fist scale, tip the scale, kilograms

I chop it on the plate, bag it up like weight

Had you fiending like Dave Chappelle and Half Baked

The last of the grade, I clash and cause quakes

Got the cash and tapes, I might flash my face

Slash rates with the fader, watch them fascinate

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