Background
"Get It" is a Styles Of Beyond song produced by Scoop DeVille. It is the only track on We Major not to feature Mike Shinoda's voice in any way.
Versions
Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.
| Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Get It | Sampler Mixtape | 3:07 | 2005 | October 2005 |
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| Get It | DJ Green Lantern Presents Fort Minor: We Major | 3:08 | 2005 | October 30, 2005 |
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| Get It (Explicit) | S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens | 2:58 | 2005 | May 26, 2006 |
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| Get It (Edit) | S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens | 2:59 | 2005 | May 26, 2006 |
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| Get It (Instrumental) | S.C.O.M. / Dolla / Get It / Spray Paint + Ink Pens | 2:59 | 2005 | May 26, 2006 |
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Live
Fort Minor has never performed "Get It" live, but there is footage of Styles Of Beyond performing it at their own shows.
Personnel
Lyrics
Yo, yo. yo Ryu and Tak.
Demigodz, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle, when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin' down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin' bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...
Yeah, Ryu and Tak.
S.O.B
Demigodz, Green Lantern, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle, when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,
Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin' down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin' bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...
S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...
(Gonna be somebody)
For anybody I can
(Gonna be someone)
For anyone that told me I had no chance
(Gonna be somebody)
Telling you the time has come (like that)
(Gonna be someone)
Maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done