"Get Down" lyrics

[Samples of Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek:]
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
This Philly cat back
With them black 'matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib
For the fun of it
Get down
Two guns, you know
Desert eagle, street sweepers
It, it's in the blood!
Mac
Aim

[Beanie Sigel:]
I'll smack you in the grill all you'll feel is the 45 hard
45 yards of football stitches, look ya'll bitches...(Black)
Bullets in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you, get in and out a raindrop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nipsey Russel and Lady Ross
Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss
You can't escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 long six shots
Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya strip hot, you could get SWAT
You could get cops, they can get ya shit mopped
Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty
This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

[Samples of Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek:]
Get down
This Philly cat back
With them black 'matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib
For the fun of it
Get down
Two guns, you know
Desert eagle, street sweepers
It, it's in the blood!
Mac
Aim

[Beanie Sigel:]
This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with black 'matics
One Mac eleven, one seven
A line up, four tuck tears with one reverend
Leave three vests and tears from one widow
50 cars back to back with stickered windows
Hollow points clap from Mac sitting 'em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back getting 'em out you
Disable niggas get staples and shit pouch you
Shift over ya liver enable to reroute you
Give you niggas tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit)...how you want it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sitting out
Dig this when the shits on, get gone
I'm rated PG, pro-gun, leave your kids home

[Samples of Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek:]
Get down
This Philly cat back
With them black 'matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib
For the fun of it
Get down
Two guns, you know
Desert eagle, street sweepers
It, it's in the blood!
Mac
Aim

[Beanie Sigel:]
You know Sigel play with them Eagles, niggas don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of niggas where ya corners at
Get a rock, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black
Ain't no warning black, when I'm wearing black...mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp
Bring prosperity back to the hood like Bump J
Turn ya block to slump day, who want gun play?
All you niggas pennies add up to one thing....my dollars
Hollows holler, first class trip to Satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pilot? DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flat-line you, no survivors they can't find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya league
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed

[Samples of Beanie Sigel:]
Get down
You niggas know me
B, B Mack
Sig, Sig, Sigel was the name that they gave me
I'm a beast
Motherfuckers
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