Let's Get It - Raekwon, Three 6 Mafia, Icewater

Yeah, it goes 1, and here comes the 2 to the Three

6 Mafia, with the R-A-E

From N.Y.C.

to the Memphis Tenne-ky

We ro-tote that ammo, berettas and good green

On the club dance floor, we make them bottles start to popping

In the club parking lot, we got those Glocks, body rocking

With four limos going on, there still ain’t no stopping

Hypnotize and Icewater got the speakers straight rocking

With a thug on the piano, all of them glizz a bananas

Double O tre', like a letter, as with gray tape on bandanas

I hit the power like if I was Tony Montana

And make a nigga break his head like M.C.

Hammer

Aiyo, it’s time to take over, we the new age mobstas

Love them automatics but I stay with them revolvers

Post on the block, keep the goons in the hallway

I don’t touch nothing, yo I handle mine the boss way

So keep fronting, I’mma show you what the four say

Bulldog bark like them dogs up in raw way

So act up and keep thinking you hard

All you did was get one step closer to God

And I want ya’ll niggas to push me, I’mma crack his forehead

And watch him spread open like a pussy

Whoever got a problem with that, nigga speak out

Use the back of the fifth, tear a nigga teeth out

Ice dot, who you know better than that?

Gunshot put his bladder all over his lap

I don’t like you, and you don’t like me

So when we bump heads, tell me what it’s gon' be

Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it

Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it

Aiyo Cash let me get 'em (nah, Caskets let me get 'em)

Fuck it you can have 'em, I smash whose evers wit 'em

My four four mag, toe tag, whoever’s riffin'

And my logo, Cash (what, Caskets, is you kidding?)

Chill, don’t laugh, cuz Cash, yo, I be tripping

Cuz I know they bags, and caskets’ll that’ll fit 'em

(Caskets, I’mma split 'em, I’m accurate when I spit 'em

That mack clips, send bastards backwards when I hit 'em

Them shots come, back to back when I be spitting)

It’s a fact, you’ll be reppin' plastic from the Smith &

(I make his faggot ass do backflips from a distance

If he ever cross Cash and Caskets) You’ll be missing

Bust flames at faggots, jump out the window with the ratchets

Camouflage vest on, big hatchet

Move through the city like Gotti boys, going to court

Three G suits, new blue shotty toys

Can’t take nothing from us, you’ll die from the get-go

Might find your head spreaded in the Pinto

Me go hard from paper, bread, yen, Euro

Make one call, my criminal bureau

Is straight now, everything, I said it, I sent it, whatever

Big daddy get yours, we been in it

Wu-Tang's foulest, Icewater’s wildest

Three 6 Mafi', big papi with the Cialis