(feat. Craig Mack, G-Dep, Missy Elliott)    [Notorious B.I.G.]  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 HEAR??  I like to max in Maximas and Acuras  Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin HER  The raw rapper, spine snapper  with the little hookers on my lap-ah  You know the flavor Mack-ah  A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin comforter  And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin her  Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her  If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her  [singing] Why you wanna.. play your games on me  [rapping] Bitch, you crazy?  Commitments, I'm Swayze, no time for the ill shit  Rest with the niggaz on that real bloodspill shit  My rap-pin tac-tics are drastic  Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic  So if you wanna see my pedigreeeee  You better be, filled with energy, niggaz never gettin me  So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down    [Chorus: Craig Mack]    Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (Hahhhh boyeeeee, let me get down and funk em)  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (Yeah.. uh-huh.. yeah)  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (Yo I just wanna get em)    [G-Dep]  Yeah, yo  Odds even, said shoot (blaow)  Asked me the reason, and I said loot  Man that's all I'm here for, therefore  when death declares war, you know what to prepare for  Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta  Live on your station, the radiation'll melt ya  Cool - I guess your momma raised a fool  You didn't wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school  Rap terror, shots through your new era  Get it together, y'all niggaz shoulda knew better  I'm on point like acupuncture  I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya  Left side, right side, witcha hoe I might slide  Runnin wit this big guy, y'all niggaz is pranksters  Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound  and show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground  Just let me get down    [Chorus: Craig Mack]    Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (What? What?)  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (I just wanna funk a little bit)  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (Hahh.. I just wanna funk, what? Ahhhh)  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down    [Missy]  I be like WHAAAAT? Let me clear my throat  Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes  HEYYYYYY! Yo from coast to coast I burn like toast  So dope that I floats through snow nig-guh  Oh, you don't wanna bow to me  The agony be like, "Somebody help me please!"  Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better  in any weather, I'm Biggie bangin ya nigga  Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop  Now I pop through your body parts  BLAOW, BLAOW, you like the way I interact  Proceed to smack, any MC that's wack  Ah-huh, microphone check one two  I do ya tool, like them freaks run through your crew  Give it to me, OHHHH, send it to me, OHHHH  But before I get down, where's my money?  Let me get down    [Chorus: Craig Mack]    Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (Hahhh.. boyeee)  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (I just wanna funk a little bit)  Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (Hahh.. I just wanna funk)  Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down  (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH  Mack, feelin the funk)    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Bringin it live to you bitch ass niggaz