Get Down Wit Me

(Intro: DJ Premier sample {Lounge Mode} (Inspectah Deck))
 Aiyo, what the fuck is this shit
 That ya'll are listening to nowadays on the radio, man?
 {Yo, we gotta get up out of here, son.}
 (Yeah... do not attempt to adjust your radio
 Your system is now under the control of House Gang FM
 Featuring your host for the night
 The leader of the The Rebellion, the Rebel INS
 Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 (Inspectah Deck)
 Ain't no doubt big homey is sick, heads know me to flip
 Before it goes down, show me the chip
 It's going down, La, throw me the fifth
 Hold it so quick, get ya word out to Donnie and Fisk
 It's the sicker guy, he be hogging the rock
 And don't split the pie, big bomb in his sock
 Now watch him dip the five, plus he spit sick jive
 Rest in peace to that million dollar kid with the Why
 On a city high, wide tires and rims
 Rocking custom made suade suits and mobster brims
 On fedoras, start with three quarters, before rap
 You saw us handcuffed, jumping out the Ford Taurus
 Spitting like a calico, soprano or alto
 No doubt, though, I gets down to my outro
 That's how it go, in the club or the hood
 We the wolves in this rap, like off to no, good, man
 (Chorus: Inspectah Deck)
 Ya'll don't wanna fuck with me
 The Rebel INS, W-T-C
 The crew H-D from the U-D-Z
 You wanna get down, get down with me
 (Interlude: Inspectah Deck)
 Aiyo, Streetlife, what up, nigga? (yeah)
 Size/7 (hit me up), Johnny Blaze (Wu-Tang)
 The RZA (Golden Arms), The GZA, all my fam roll deep
 (ODB rest in peace, baby!)
 (Inspectah Deck)
 They wanna get with the kid, I give 'em the biz
 That's what this is, splitting ya wig, living it big
 Ain't try'nna see prison or bids, I'm got to get this
 I'm in your crib, son, I did it to live
 Been sick since the crib, now I'm this big, flip wigs
 The main reason money lost his wiz
 Put some money on the wood, I need atleast six figs
 For some money in the hood, watch the hoods get biz
 It's the good shit, kid, not the twenty or gram
 Them fishscale, tip the scale, kill a gram
 I'm choppin' on the plate, bag it up, like weight
 Had you fiending like Dave Chappelle in Half Baked
 The last of the great, I crash and cause quakes
 Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face
 Slash breaks with the fader, watch 'em fascinate
 Straight, pull off a caper, snatch cake and break, nigga