Mark Curry - Let's Get It (Remix) (Bonus Track) lyrics

* differs from the remix on P. Diddy's "Bad Boy For Life" 12" [Black Rob] They said that I'm a Rottweiler And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York [Loon over Black Rob] (P. Diddy) We just happy to be here (This is the remix) f**in co*k s**ers (Bad Boy baby), haha! [Kain] Yo.. aiyyo, get smacked silly (right) Kain m.i.a? Then check wet willies Dep cracked the dutch cause Curry broke the philly (what?) News at ten, Bad Boy, hope ya know not them dudes again (not them dudes again) Yeah we hold vendettas, big ten letters (what?) S6s with fourteen antennas (c'mon) Or in the Porsche with the buckets back, hah (Oh my God!) b**hes like, "Who the f** is that?" Ciaffi, freaked off, drunk off Saki (that's right) Got 'em +Eyeing The Tiger+ like +Rocky+ (c'mon) When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right) My destination is, detonation (say what?) If one verse-out, my mouth could dead a nation (that's right) Yeah I said it, and Diddy gon' and did it (c'mon) Put these rappers on edit, now let's get it (let's get it) [Hook] Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it) Ain't sh** funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it) [P. Diddy over Hook] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby.. We just happy to be back [Mark Curry] Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack Bring it back from the block, sub on (?) workin it wherever you at Get the money and the n***a, no takin nothin from me I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin n***as 'cross the border And if they want war, we can war (we can war) I'm chin-chose down to the floor (uhh) Round 'em and count 'em, take 'em all (uhh) Ya lookin for the hook up, who ya call? The M the A the R the K the C-U double R-Y sh** crackin all night, gotta hear it all types I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh) While you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun You're blazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em? Just like that, a 360 on 'em, get that Twist yo' ball caps and rep how ya livin It's all about the cash, let's get it (let's go) [Hook] [P. Diddy over Hook] C'mon, Bad Boy's young guns This, is, the, remix - Loon.. [Loon] Uhh, yeah, now check it out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain (plain), the reason why I entered the game (that's right) I seen Sean do it, so I'm tryin to get it the same (let's go) Pimpin ain't changed, n***as still gettin 'em thangs Got the six with Shaquille feet rippin 'em lanes Got a chick that's a real freak givin me brains The temperature changed, soon as n***a get off the plane So ya know a n***a gettin some change, stand over the game While do they shake they shoulders the same? (why?) We get money, they ain't supposed to be playin So what we supposed be sayin You n***as actin like these crackers ain't payin So let's get it (you got it), so let did it again (c'mon) In 2002, son, I'm diggin the Benz (that's right) With the rims that stop but continue to spin (yeah) My shorty come with a crew son, I'm diggin the French So let's get it [P. Diddy over Loon's last line] This, is, the, remix [Hook] [P. Diddy over Hook] Bad Boy baby, The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues The Saga Continues [G. Dep] Soul Controller (yeah!), rap Ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller (c'mon) I'm registered voter, motherf** a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter (yeah) Bet I flow straight up out the water I'mma wreck the game 'til it say "Out of order" (uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your who*e out in Europe Head on the tour bus (ehh) Do what them n***as in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all +Hulkin+ like +Bruce+ did (say what, say what?) Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no problem (no problem) Make raps and tracks and go Harlem I get worldwide coverage I got so many spots I don't even buy luggage Ya love it; make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY!! {*echoe*} C'mon [Hook] [P. Diddy over Hook] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues [Black Rob] I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle (c'mon) Forty-five sparks (haha) turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob How many n***as done tried to play mob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke n***as under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent "A" block in Sing Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for f**in a Latin King's queen (oh papi!) Moves for paper, booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser (take that) Come and get your sh** splitted, newspapers say I did it (he ain't do it) Now let's get it (let's get it) [Hook] [P. Diddy over Hook] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby, yeah [Hook] [P. Diddy over Hook] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby 2001, The Saga Continues [P. Diddy] The Saga Continues, yeah {*ad libs to end*}