Get Down

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 '70s 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 while he asked me "What you 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 living proof The D.A. who tried him was lyin' A white dude, killed his mother during the case Hung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced Pre-trial hearing 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, get, get, get down! Everybody Get down, get down, get down, get down! Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down! Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em Weird-ass niggas who 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 niggas, 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 their car, that shit amazed me Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin' Took a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga 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 gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay The letter say, "Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play" (get down) I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral Never saw so many men slaughtered, and I knew the ho Responsible, the nigga 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 thangs 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 shit 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 fuckin' with you He responded, "Cool," but told me out here this how motherfuckers Get down, get down, get down, get down! Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down! Everybody Get down, get down, get down, get down! Get, 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 really look at it My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk Somebody got to make a change