Nas - Get Down Lyrics
Get-get.. get down! - [james brown][nas]Uh.. uh.. uh..New york streets where killersll walk like pistol peteAnd pappy mason, gave the young boys admirationPrince from queens and fritz from harlemStreet legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvinPushin cars, nicky barnes was the 70sBut theres a long list of high-profile celebritiesWorldwide on the thorough side of thingsLivest kings, some died, one guy, one timeOne day grabs me, as Im about to blast heat40-side of vernon, I turned well he asked meWhatchu up to, the cops gon bust youI was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wonderedIf God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the blockAnd looked at us, I aint flinch when they watchedI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hairStarin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice doYeah man, throwin them bonesHopin my ace get his case thrownHis girl aint wait for him, she in the world straight hoeinWhile he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girlsShowin they little cooch, gangstas dont die hes livin proofThe d.a. who tried him was lyinA white dude, killed his mother durin the caseHung jury, now the d.a. is bein replacedPre-trial hearin is over, its real for the soldierWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wildTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisleI wanna crack a smile when I see himThrow up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedomHe grabbed a court officers gun and started squeezinThen he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybodyGet down, get down! get down, get down! - [james brown][sample cut and repeated][nas] everybodyGet down, get down! get down, get down! - [james brown][sample cut and repeated][nas]Some niggaz ***** they enemies in they ass when they catch emWeird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so dont test emThey make you, dissapear, this a year that I wont forgetSold cds double platinum, met mo execsSouthern niggaz, independent label, real killersKnow the business, ran tennessee for years, now they chillinThey had the coke game somethin crazySold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed mePut me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethinTook a puff, what the *****, I turned to punch themSouthern niggaz aint slow, nigga tried to play meI left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazyNow Im back around the old school that raised meNew york gangstas, we loungin, out in l.a. seeA dude wrote my dawg from pelican bayThe letter say, nas I got your back - the fools dont playI rolled with some crips down to a crenshaw funeralNever saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsibleThe nigga still alive in a hospitalMidnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor tooSee my cousins in the game, thuggin and thingsHe plugged me with a dame who was half-mexicanoGave the ass up, ima mack daddy sopranoShe passed me the indigo, but the imbecileShoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closedOpenin the hotel room do, to let her goons inBut I moved in a manner, on some jet li shitI let the hammers blow, wet three kidsSee honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the dramaCause I was with a crew, that had her people killedCalled up my cousin, told him I aint *****in witchuHe responded cool, but told me out here this how mother*****ersGet down, get down! get down, get down! - [james brown][sample cut and repeated][nas] everybodyGet down, get down! get down, get down! - [james brown][sample cut and repeated][unknown speaker]All I really gotta say is thatIf thats how our people gon get down, how we ever gon get up?How we ever gon get up if thats how we get down?A shame when you aint look at itMy folk is yo folk, but we all kinfolkSomebody gotta make a change
