"Get Down" lyrics

[50 Cent:]
Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
Oh! (M, C) Woo!

I run the show! No if's, and's or but's about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)

I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart, bitch (yeah)
Drama get to poppin' even when I don't start shit
I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude 'cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this (oh!)

[Tony Yayo:]
In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
I'm out the hood gettin' fat and high
Private jet, it's time to fly
Got the Rollie with the bezzy gettin' head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that Buddha
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the beam's on the ratchet, yeah!

[50 Cent:]
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)

Baby we'll get lotto from Murciélago
I race in my driveway, mother-fuck the highway
Niggas talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin', 'cause it really means nothin'
I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin'
Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin'
I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin'

[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh, forty thou' earlobe, .40 cal gripper
That'll make a girl out The Green Mile nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uh)
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin' spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss rosé
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green and my wrist all gray

[50 Cent:]
I run the show! No if's, and's or but's about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)

You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin' it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad, ah!
These niggas ain't hot like we
They don't know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley Cs
Work with me little mama, let's get it
Wanna take you down to the floor, shorty I'm with it
I'm on that shit, we on that shit
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip

I run the show! No if's, and's or but's about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)
I get down, I get down (down, down)

[Swizz Beatz:]
Wind it up (woo!)
Wind it up (woo!)
Wind it up (woo!)
Hit the floor, floor (woo!)
That floor, floor (woo!)