Still building my fortress I bet the outcome is gorgeous
Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office
Sex scandals in my office
Privileges like the President
Destined to be enormous
Negligence in my residence
Count it out on my life
Kick ball with the evidence
Horror when I first started
Six song with it ever since
Back in it from the future quick
Quick draw, my arrogance
Absolutely mine, bog four in your heavens?
Hated my area, spray? away
Fly my aerial great
Big nigga scary away
Massacre compare me to none
Stead I'm here my son like Godzilla
When I come, damage here when I'm done
Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some
Huh, motherf*cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb
Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle
More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle
[Chorus:]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'm a go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it
Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window
Giant, make a regular car look like a limo
I'm hood
So everything ain't all good
Caught in the middle I should
Hold down my city how could
You f*ck around with me, why would?
You seek attention, I'm like a lion out the fence when
I'm faced with tension, the audience is as suspensing
Get to it blind fold, mom I been this wild yo?
Treble's run up on you with your eyes closed
Broken heart, minds froze, fridges full of Rose
Parking up the BM as you v in the slow lane?
Shorty like the role-play, well I'm a play the pimp
I got that super fly high shit, money made the limp
Dollar bill give me chills
Fat ass fills and model hills
And it's real, I'm going in for the kill
Eye's on another mill, known for ripping down shit
Young Shaquille, southside deal, sugar hill
[Chorus:]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'm a go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it
Lloyd Banks - Getting To It Mandatory Lyrics
Lloyd Banks - Getting To It Mandatory Lyrics
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Still building my fortress I bet the outcome is gorgeous
Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office
Sex scandals in my office
Privileges like the President
Destined to be enormous
Negligence in my residence
Count it out on my life
Kick ball with the evidence
Horror when I first started
Six song with it ever since
Back in it from the future quick
Quick draw, my arrogance
Absolutely mine, bog four in your heavens?
Hated my area, spray? away
Fly my aerial great
Big nigga scary away
Massacre compare me to none
Stead I'm here my son like Godzilla
When I come, damage here when I'm done
Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some
Huh, motherf*cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb
Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle
More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle
[Chorus:]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'm a go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it
Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window
Giant, make a regular car look like a limo
I'm hood
So everything ain't all good
Caught in the middle I should
Hold down my city how could
You f*ck around with me, why would?
You seek attention, I'm like a lion out the fence when
I'm faced with tension, the audience is as suspensing
Get to it blind fold, mom I been this wild yo?
Treble's run up on you with your eyes closed
Broken heart, minds froze, fridges full of Rose
Parking up the BM as you v in the slow lane?
Shorty like the role-play, well I'm a play the pimp
I got that super fly high shit, money made the limp
Dollar bill give me chills
Fat ass fills and model hills
And it's real, I'm going in for the kill
Eye's on another mill, known for ripping down shit
Young Shaquille, southside deal, sugar hill
[Chorus:]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'm a go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it
Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office
Sex scandals in my office
Privileges like the President
Destined to be enormous
Negligence in my residence
Count it out on my life
Kick ball with the evidence
Horror when I first started
Six song with it ever since
Back in it from the future quick
Quick draw, my arrogance
Absolutely mine, bog four in your heavens?
Hated my area, spray? away
Fly my aerial great
Big nigga scary away
Massacre compare me to none
Stead I'm here my son like Godzilla
When I come, damage here when I'm done
Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some
Huh, motherf*cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb
Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle
More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle
[Chorus:]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'm a go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it
Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window
Giant, make a regular car look like a limo
I'm hood
So everything ain't all good
Caught in the middle I should
Hold down my city how could
You f*ck around with me, why would?
You seek attention, I'm like a lion out the fence when
I'm faced with tension, the audience is as suspensing
Get to it blind fold, mom I been this wild yo?
Treble's run up on you with your eyes closed
Broken heart, minds froze, fridges full of Rose
Parking up the BM as you v in the slow lane?
Shorty like the role-play, well I'm a play the pimp
I got that super fly high shit, money made the limp
Dollar bill give me chills
Fat ass fills and model hills
And it's real, I'm going in for the kill
Eye's on another mill, known for ripping down shit
Young Shaquille, southside deal, sugar hill
[Chorus:]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'm a go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it