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're 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're 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, then, I knew the hoe
 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