Let's get it on! We don't give a what what! We don't give a what what! (Shitttt) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Once again it's the Dark-Man, nigga Hit or spark a nigga Break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress, so unless You're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his liver rest, REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMB SEX, motherfucker feeding dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? Fuck it, find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you, need to get busted, you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps NIGGA! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor I'm at the crossroads, I look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day? They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand 'em, fake ass niggaz wanting to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz grom the saw with the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon' die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit? 'Cause when you look in my face, you see that hard shit! 'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real, just to show proof I hit the G.W.B., and blow the whole roof Off the toll booth, bitch ass nigga! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke him I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud, and let his blood choke him Up north, niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter, kid 'Cause, on the reals, I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide, but they want me on the Murder One But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light and then come out at night To make moves again stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell, 'cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life, I been the Devil's advocate Now, niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know why I'll split your motherfucking brains for! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Yo yo c'mon!

Got more, get your money in the air like this Fab Time, BK From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes Street fida-dida-dam, yes Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money Just, I think I left somethin' Cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup It's the return of the young hustle A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in Then you might see me on the strip, flashin' Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening (Boo, you okay?) I mean, well, I'm breathing Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left Yes, to the left, to the left Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F A, B, baby, they be lazy Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper It's a new year but I recycle for the paper If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please Oh man, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill I say, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup They say the rap game remind them of the crack game That's why they money go quicker than a crack high My money stack high, how high? Shaq high Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles Fast, rush you, then back to the money They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make Bet it make sense when you make them dollars I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck Come on, man, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill I say, cash rules everything around me Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air Money in the air, m-m-money in the air Money in the air, money in the air Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that

You got me feeling like i aint winning, Ima starting from the beginning, Like go forest go forest, I make so much fucking money yea there go forest, These rims aint for sale bitch, This whip aint for sale bitch, And these cubans aint for sale bitch, I been on the fucking boat like a sale bitch, 500 feet on the fucking water, 10 fucking carrots for my baby daughter, You come thourgh, Boy place your order, I got some niggas that'll meet you at the fucking boarder, () I got my hoodie and my mask on, I got my gun and my blast on, (Jadakiss) Im just one of the five, Im just one with the vibes, Evil niggas is jealous, So they just want you to die, They ain't want you to rise, They just want you demise, So i be crossing my T's, And i be dotting my i's, You on the opposite side, Shots gonna fly, Best part about it i just stay right up in yonkers and hide,

Let's pray for the people we just lost (yeah) Goddammit! Say... Woo! Woah Oh! Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Mr. Always High, but nigga, you can call me "Slime" Drippin' Evian, Fiji, I'm a water slide Pockets fatter than a greedy nigga on a diet Nina on my side, but she say you can call her "Nine" Divas on my side, so many they could form a line Strippers on my side and I got 'em performin' live Hot girl in the bed and she prefer the warmer side Pistol on my side, I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind Cita, that's my moms, only had her in father time Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear it harmonize Numbers don't lie, the Number One Stun- never mind Tunechi in this bitch, eyes lookin' like Konichiwa Swizzy on the beat, I'ma beat it like policia Burr, burr, burr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go, here we go Oh, oh, y'all think it's a game (yeah) Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Pistol on my side, talkin' 'bout the Army kind Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass it like policia Tunechi in this bitch, eyes looking like Konichiwa Pistol on my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya Laughin' when you die, boy, my pistol a comedian (brr) Pistol on my side, now he lyin' like the media Clips longer than encyclopedias, you're readin' 'em Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium (brr) We ain't hittin' licks, we beatin' 'em and repeatin' 'em Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple, then I'm barfing Gang ride or die, like we sittin' on Harley's (skrt) Let the thing talk like it's sittin' on Maury (burr) Good, good, too good, in my doobie, I can't be stressin' Ugh, ugh, ugh, that bitch moody, you may leave a message Plll-plll-plll to his chest, give him three presses Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go! Weezy! Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job