Cam’ron - Get Down lyrics

Get down uh huh, Killa!
They never said we couldn't get down
They never said we couldn't get down
Make it fun sometime
It's like I'm psychic and shit get down
I called this shit about five years ago
They never said we couldn't get down
Dipset, all day, everyday, man
Make it fun sometime santana, Jim Jones
Freekey be home '07 (Ugh) let's go

Remember? I'm a man to respect (Remember?)
Remember? Santana was next (Now what?)
Now, it's not TECs
It's checks and fans he collects
(What I want?)
I want his wrist, fist, whole hand
Jammed with baguettes (Oww)
Pose for the camera, man
(Man) me and Santana, man (Uh, huh)
Word to my grandma "He one bad mammajamma
Damn!" (Damn)
So I don't write for the stardom (Nope)
I get, booted, zooted
(Uh, huh) , write down my problems (Why?)
I've been through it
Headed right for the bottom
DC nah, would've been a sniper in Harlem
(So what?) that's why I throw some dough
To my co-D from Kos-tovo
Help me get on overflow
(Shh) , no one supposed to know (Why?)
But she lay me up like the prime minister
(Uh, huh) thousand grams of dope
Smelling like Heinz Vinegar (Damn)
That was a lot to linger
(But what?) , but to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope
(What?) , I always copped in fingers (Oh)
Money missing oh
Shit! I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrists that's when
They said, "Oh, shit, he's not a singer"
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies
Fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol, I squeeze it
Missiles if needed Killa!
Remember? I'm gon' spend my cake remember?
(Remember?)
Remember? Jim? We getting out of 5H?
(Projects) now, chefs'll fry us steaks
(That's true)
It's a higher stake (That's true)
Swiss accounts I'ma show you how to wire cake
(Oww)
And we from BBO (Where else?) now, you a CEO
Director, VEO, your own album, here we go
(Go) that's my man, anytime I holler
Holler with me (Yup)
We shared chicken sandwiches they
Was a dollar-fifty (Fifty)
Budget: seven dollars nickel bag
And White Owl (We fucked up)
I hope the chicken sandwich last
Us through the night, child
We ain't care we ain't sleep
We was night owls (Owls)
Insomni-atics, our lifestyles compatible
Magical, Pops gone (Gone) , shit tragical
Moms gon' miss you
My house is where the addicts chill
I'm like a teacher (Uh, huh)
I need me a sabbatical (What's that?)
It's not irrational
(yeah, what) , I grew up radical (So what?)
And you all are shook
(Uh, huh) , I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggas, Zeek sing all the hooks
(C'mon)
Tito and Brick yes, yes, come again (Damn)
They came sun or rain when
I had that stomach pain

Ugh, ugh what else?
Ugh!