Correction Lyrics Let’s Get It On (Remix) by Junior M.A.F.I.A.

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Uh
Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border
Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters
I might just hold it and sell weight
Have my sh*t pumpin all across the tristate
n***a I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great
You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late
sh*t, I got my own company, why should I hate?
My paper long as f**k, high as Empire State
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state
A n***a had a brick and the stash on the highway
I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti
Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to Friday
A n***a like me cherish days like I'm Sade
No time for the bullsh*t, no time for the foul play
Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this sh*t my way
So n***a what you want?

It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit n***a
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit n***a
Let's get it on, n***a, let's get it on n***a
Let's get it on, n***a, let's get it on n***a, uh
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit n***a
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit n***a
Let's get it on, n***a, let's get it on n***a
Let's get it on, n***a, let's get it on n***a, uh

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