Nas - Get Down Lyrics

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[Hook x4: James Brown sample]

Get down get down! Get down get down!

[Verse 1: Nas]

New York streets where killers will 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 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

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[Hook x4]

[Verse 2: Nas]

Some niggas fuck their enemies in they ass when they catch 'em

Weird-ass niggas 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 niggas independent label real killers

Know the business ran Tennessee for years now they chillin'

They had the coke game something crazy

Sold music out the trunk of they car that shit amaze me

Put me onto heron blunts sherm or somethin'

Took a puff what the fuck I turned to punch him

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 gangstas we loungin' out in L.A. see

A dude wrote my dog from Pelican

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 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 things

He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano

Gave the ass up I'mma mack daddy Soprano

She passed me the indigo but the imbecile

Should have never tippy-toed thought my eyes were closed

Opening 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 something 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

[Hook x4]

[Salaam Remi]

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

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