Get Down ’04

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern] The block gettin' money, everybody gettin' a piece of it Twelve K a day, just imagine how we can get Papi show us love, we get the numbers that the Ricans get Twenty to a block, the more we cop the more we [?] (Y'all niggas not fuckin' with this) Who always hatin', who always claimin' he ain't eatin' shit (You know that) Sooner or later, you know that police'll hit Information being told, the question is who leakin' it? Nosy neighbors in their windows, always peepin' shit (Mack) We hustle out of crack spots with no heat in it The only heat you get, is the one on your hip (The Evil Genius) In case stick up boys run in your shit Or, cops run in your spot, pull out they Glocks (State Prop) Kick in the door, make everybody get on the floor and scream [Interlude: DJ Green Lantern] (Get—, get—, get down) Get down [Verse 2: Peedi Crakk & DJ Green Lantern] [?], esta bien, I probably got to body him [?] spots that I be poppin' in (Peedi) Bet he think I'm sweet 'cause I ain't put one in his head yet He ain't know I'm eatin', I ain't tryna see the Feds yet Know they on a nigga dick, see me in a red 'Vette Twenty five, no job and always where the bread at Know I got my mind right a nigga ain't, dead yet Or could it be Allah's [?], 'cause I fear that State Strizzy, fo' Prizzy, gotta wear that Watchin' niggas close 'cause I don't know where they head at Better be a nigga I don't even expect It'll probably be some little mami I was fiendin' to sex Hands all on her butt, 'bout to bust that nut [?] weaklin' nigga run up screamin' (Get— get—, get down) [Verse 3: Oschino & DJ Green Lantern] The block doin' numbers, everybody want a piece of it 760 BM, paid for, no leasin' it Niggas want war, no problem, street sweepin' it Operation shut down, nigga, [?] 'em (Oschino) [?] can't stop won't stop like Young Neef and 'em Prada, Escada, Louis Vuitton, Gucci sneak'n 'em Roc-a-Wear, S Dot's, State P fleecin' 'em No we not hurtin' the game, we deceasin' 'em (Haha) [?] everybody know [?] Watches on the wrist got chains like Amistad (Shh) Whole squad blue like it's one of Osama bombs B5 robberies, one jack and two homicides Cops creepin' up, tryna catch me on my blindside Judge [?] screamin' (Get—, get—, get—) Get down [Outro: Beanie Sigel] B Mac is back P-Public Enemy number fuckin' 1 Who shot ya, ya bitch ass nigga? *DJ scratches* [Interlude: Beanie Sigel] Stop, chill Relax, and let this nigga Sigel flow It's been a long time, I shouldn't a left you Without a rhyme about a .9 and what the TEC do South Philly, North Philly West Philly, m—, m— Motherfuckers, kill at will