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Get Down

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  • Get, get, get down
    Uh uh uh
    New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
    And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
    Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
    Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'
    Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
    But there's a long list of high profile celebrities
    Worldwide on the thorough side of things
    Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time one day grabs me
    As I'm about to blast heat
    40 side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
    "Whatchu up to?, The cops gon' bust you"
    I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
    If God sent him, 'cause two squad cars entered the block
    And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
    I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
    Starin' at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
    Yeah man, throwin' them bones
    Hopin' my ace get his case thrown
    His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'
    While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls
    Showin' they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin' proof
    The D A who tried him was lyin'
    A white dude, killed his mother durin' the case
    Hung jury, now the D A is bein' replaced
    Pre trial hearin' is over, it's real for the soldier
    Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
    Triple homicide, I sit in the back aisle
    I wanna crack a smile when I see him
    Throw up a fist for black power, 'cause all we want is his freedom
    He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'
    Then he grabbed the judge, screams out nobody leavin' everybody
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down
    (Everybody)
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down
    Some ****** **** they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
    Weird ass ****** are dangerous, so don't test 'em
    They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
    Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
    Southern ******, independent label, real killers
    Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
    They had the coke game, somethin' crazy
    Sold music out the trunk of they car, that **** amazed me
    Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin'
    Took a puff, what the ****, I turned to punch them
    Southern ****** ain't slow, ***** tried to play me
    I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
    Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
    New York gangstas, we loungin', out in L A see
    A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
    The letter say, "Nas, I got your back the fools don't play"
    I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
    Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
    The ***** still alive in a hospital
    Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
    See my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things
    He plugged me with a dame who was half Mexicano
    Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
    She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
    Shoulda never tippy toed, thought my eyes were closed
    Openin' the hotel room door, to let her goons in
    But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li ****
    I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
    See honey thought I had somethin' to do, with all the drama
    'Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
    Called up my cousin, told him I ain't ****in' witchu
    He responded cool, but told me out here this how ************s
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down
    (Everybody)
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down
    All I really gotta say is that
    If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
    How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
    A shame when you ain't look at it
    My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
    Somebody gotta make a change
  • Get, get, get down
    Uh uh uh
    New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
    And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
    Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
    Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'
    Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
    But there's a long list of high profile celebrities
    Worldwide on the thorough side of things
    Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time one day grabs me
    As I'm about to blast heat
    40 side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
    "Whatchu up to?, The cops gon' bust you"
    I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
    If God sent him, 'cause two squad cars entered the block
    And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
    I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
    Starin' at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
    Yeah man, throwin' them bones
    Hopin' my ace get his case thrown
    His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'
    While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls
    Showin' they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin' proof
    The D A who tried him was lyin'
    A white dude, killed his mother durin' the case
    Hung jury, now the D A is bein' replaced
    Pre trial hearin' is over, it's real for the soldier
    Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
    Triple homicide, I sit in the back aisle
    I wanna crack a smile when I see him
    Throw up a fist for black power, 'cause all we want is his freedom
    He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'
    Then he grabbed the judge, screams out nobody leavin' everybody
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down
    (Everybody)
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down
    Some ****** **** they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
    Weird ass ****** are dangerous, so don't test 'em
    They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
    Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
    Southern ******, independent label, real killers
    Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
    They had the coke game, somethin' crazy
    Sold music out the trunk of they car, that **** amazed me
    Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin'
    Took a puff, what the ****, I turned to punch them
    Southern ****** ain't slow, ***** tried to play me
    I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
    Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
    New York gangstas, we loungin', out in L A see
    A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
    The letter say, "Nas, I got your back the fools don't play"
    I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
    Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
    The ***** still alive in a hospital
    Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
    See my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things
    He plugged me with a dame who was half Mexicano
    Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
    She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
    Shoulda never tippy toed, thought my eyes were closed
    Openin' the hotel room door, to let her goons in
    But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li ****
    I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
    See honey thought I had somethin' to do, with all the drama
    'Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
    Called up my cousin, told him I ain't ****in' witchu
    He responded cool, but told me out here this how ************s
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down
    (Everybody)
    Get down, get down, get down, get down
    Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down
    All I really gotta say is that
    If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
    How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
    A shame when you ain't look at it
    My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
    Somebody gotta make a change