Lets Get It On

[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Remy Ma is that bitch Plus the camp is here When I come through call me kiss cause the champ is here These bitches kill me claiming that they best Bet you take that bass out ya voice when I cave ya chest Your 15 minutes of fame been came and left And I just started bubbling yall bitches are in trouble man One phone call and you finished cuz my squad stay on the double Man we got cannons, handguns and toys that go blam-o-blam I dont think ya mans and dem' understand that When my boys get tight they'll pop like a rubberband And you when you get shot its gone shock all ya other mans Like when SDot brought in JL that SummerJam see I'm Remy Ma see to tell the truth I dont give a fuck I do all yall bitches like I did that chick in Lady Duck Sleazy, I swear to God it's too easy but I can't stop now the industry needs me nigga (Chorus: Remy + Fat Joe) You wanna get it poppin bitches? Ok Lets get it on U wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then? Well lets get it on It cost u 20 just to hear her spit (Listen) Terror Squad I know you fearing this C'mon Lets get it on U wanna get it popping bitches Ok lets get it on You wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then? Well lets get it on Rusty opps or a hollow tip Cockback and swallow it Remy been a problem bitch Now Remy making profits nigga [Verse 2: Remy Ma] A few years ago I was really tryna be lenient Since yall acting like fried chickens I'ma do yall greasy Believe me Remy is of the heazy I run shit round here Like my name was M-Easy Ain't a need for u to ask where Rem been You know I'm getting guap , when the face of my watches spinning I got BET all on me, MTV calling me The cover of the XXL, and The Source see The Vibe is next, they signing checks left and right Everyday I'm catching flights was in LA last night Miami this morning See I can go thru any weather , curls got me G-foreign So when I say I gets fly I really be getting fly Smoking haze on the plane or then really I'm getting high And you just be getting by looking for a handout Stop Hummer stunting you frontin let the can hang out nigga [Verse 3: Remy Ma] Look Pun opened the door and now I'm in it Terrors the squads and cook coke Cracks the lieutenant I always thought of Remy Martin as a sergeant But I'm cool being a kernel cuz now I'm poppin' I spit so butter I'm still so gutter Switched up and still flows like no other I'm like yea yea yeah lean back I'm in a NY state of mind stressed , like where the fuck the pheens at? Cuz I got that crack And I ain't talking bout a pack See my niggas gone dont make me have to bring em back I'm reppin the X, T-s on my chest That nigga wildn and ride em N yes emto death So we can go to war see Thats a true story I got niggas with weather millas that kill and shoot for me And I dont hate cha but When you on the top of New york you tend to do things of that nature