Listen to Get It On The Floor (feat. Kasseem Dean) by DMX

Get It On The Floor (feat. Kasseem Dean)

DMX

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Vocals
Wayne Wells
Wayne Wells
Guitar
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Keith Slattery
Keith Slattery
Recording Engineer
Otto D'Angolo
Otto D'Angolo
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Let's get it on We don't give a what? What? We don't give a what? What? (Shit) Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker, bounce to this motherfucker Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (woo) Once again, it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, pick apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you wanna get blessed to the chest With slugs from the Smith & Wess', rest Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga Dump six motherfucking feet of dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty 'cause I play dirty, the mob way You don't know? Fuck it, find out the hard way (c'mon) A nigga's job is never done, I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one There hasn't been a problem, I dissolve 'em like salt Lock it up like a vault whenever wreck is caught And it's my fault, keep niggas on point ducking down Niggas like you need to get bust, you fucking clown (c'mon) I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught if I creep, nigga Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker, bounce to this motherfucker Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (woo) I'm at the crossroads, look, but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play the low for what I did the other day? They on their way, the flow got me striking this random I can't stand 'em, fake-ass niggas want to be the phantom Looking over my shoulder, 'cause it's colder than it was Extort shorty because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, with the chain to your brain Will turn that big nigga to a fucking stain The pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon' die by it 'cause I'm like knee-deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit 'Cause when you look in my face, you see that hard shit 'Cause I done been to Hell and back, I ain't with selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him with a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the GWB Blow the whole roof off the toll booth, bitch-ass nigga Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker, bounce to this motherfucker Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (woo) When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I smoke 'em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke 'em Up north, niggas get the pick stuck up in 'em And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in 'em My MO is manslaughter, kid 'Cause on the reals, I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to Hell 'cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life, I've been the Devil's advocate Now niggas never even knew the Devil had a kid But he does, and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw (vrr, vroom, vroom) You'll know why I'll split your motherfucking brains for (vroom, vroom) Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor, get it, get it on the floor (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go (what?) You don't wanna party? Then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker, bounce to this motherfucker Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (what?) Get it on the floor (what?), get it, get it on the floor (woo) Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something? It's gon' be something You wanna start something? It's gon' be something (yo) Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something? It's gon' be something You wanna start something? It's gon' be something (c'mon yo)
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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