text: Produce, nigga
  Im high as a motherfucker
  You aint higher than me, nigga
  No doubt nigga, Im fucked up man
  Im fucked up
  We out here
  Lyrics, lyrics, more lyrics
  Anyway, here comes the Mack back in full effect
  My man Biggie Smalls in the shit, you know what Im saying
  He tryna hold me back, you know what Im saying
  And wont let me get down, but you know what? Im getting down?
  Let me get down, let me get down
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  Yo, let me get down, let me get down
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  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, huh?
  I like to max in Maximas and Acuras 
  Your girl buttcheeks Im smackin, huh?
  The raw rapper, spine snapper
  With the little hookers on my lap-ah
  You know the flavor Mack-uh 
  A shy nigga but I aint your fuckin comforter
  And if I ever fall in love I bet Im fuckin her
  Ask the hooker, if I didnt jook her
  If she try to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
  Why you wanna, play your games on me?
  Bitch, ya crazy?
  Commitments, Im Swayze, no time for the ill shit
  Rest with the niggas 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, niggas 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
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  Yo, let me get down, let me get down
  Let me get down, let me get down
  Cause the rhyme that I kick is called the MC stomp
  Here comes the one they call king of the MCs
  Shaking down enemies with rhymes like these, boy
  Im bad, bad to the bone
  Freaking up styles, wickity wild
  Pass the microphone
  I tell you suckers strange, Biggie my man
  I got MCs melting inside my mouth and not inside my hand
  My species eliminates MCs
   with 3rd degrees
  I bring the funk from the floors, MCs here
  So from here to Warsaw I roar
  The maclalicious, this niggas vicious
  MC from 94 leaves your ho making wishes
  No saving MCs misbehavin
  I got the funk bleeding all out the trunk
  Names all over, so Im going for the pump
  I come from the underground, so let me get down
  Let him get down, let me get down
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  Let me get down, let me get down
  (I just wanna funk a little bit
  Let me get down, let me get down
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