"Get You Some" lyrics

[Marsha Ambrosius (Q-Tip) {Busta Rhymes}:]
Money, cars, clothes {Ha}
Sexy broads, plenty more {Ho!}, go
Get you some (mansions) {Ha}, (yachts, planes)
(Phantoms) {Ha}, (bitch, you better go)
Get you some (hustlin', jugglin') {Ho!}, (robbin')
(Stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin')
Money, cars, clothes
Sexy broads {Ha!}, plenty more, go
Get you some {Ho!} (fortune, power, fame) {Ha}
(Passion for this shit, you need to go)
Get you some {Ha!}, (don't stop, nigga, we ain't done) {Ho!}
(Gun it through your fuckin' road block)

[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm sayin, who told y'all to let a motherfucker back on the block (Ha)
With the bullshit? See, y'all done fucked up now! (Ho)
Turn the volume up and bang it out the truck now! (Ha)
You got a problem, son? Imagine how the club sound
Look and see I'm ready to spark it (Ha)
Soon as I zoom on my target (Ho), motherfucker, better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin' through and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind (Ha) like never before
The way I wreck from the door (Ho) so immaculate and passionate
When I'm speakin', I'm preachin' (Ha) all my niggas out in every hood! (Ho)
You try to compete? You better be incredibly good! (Ha)
Niggas, you want heat? I figured you would! (Ha)
That's why I waste no time to give it to you niggas this time
And give you all the jewel in this rhyme and then I put it down for you all! (Ho)
I can't get enough of it, niggas, I gotta explore many (Ha)
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more

[Marsha Ambrosius (Q-Tip) {Busta Rhymes}:]
Money, cars, clothes {Ha}
Sexy broads, plenty more {Ho!}, go
Get you some (mansions) {Ha}, (yachts, planes)
(Phantoms) {Ha}, (bitch, you better go)
Get you some (hustlin', jugglin') {Ho!}, (robbin')
(Stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin')
Money, cars, clothes
Sexy broads {Ha!}, plenty more, go
Get you some {Ho!} (fortune, power, fame) {Ha}
(Passion for this shit, you need to go)
Get you some {Ha!}, (don't stop, nigga, we ain't done) {Ho!}
(Gun it through your fuckin' road block)

[Busta Rhymes:]
A lot of niggas' shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
To the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J Records, I'm on Dre Records, Aftermath, bitch!
You need to learn, 'cause you ain't knowin' the half, bitch!
And while I'm gone, I'm puttin' dough in the stash, bitch!
So new and fresh, I say it again
So, what it do? Don't test, see, I'ma blaze to the end
I'm comin' through, so confess, you niggas know who the kid
I'm like a newborn, nigga, that's securin' a win (Hot!)
So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify me another level of greatness (Ho)
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin' it a facelift!
New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift! (Ho)
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down (Ha), don't let the war start while I come to get the

[Marsha Ambrosius (Q-Tip) {Busta Rhymes}:]
Money, cars, clothes {Ha}
Sexy broads, plenty more {Ho!}, go
Get you some (mansions) {Ha}, (yachts, planes)
(Phantoms) {Ha}, (bitch, you better go)
Get you some (hustlin', jugglin') {Ho!}, (robbin')
(Stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin')
Money, cars, clothes
Sexy broads {Ha!}, plenty more, go
Get you some {Ho!} (fortune, power, fame) {Ha}
(Passion for this shit, you need to go)
Get you some {Ha!}, (don't stop, nigga, we ain't done) {Ho!}
(Gun it through your fuckin' road block)