Nas - Get Down lyrics

Get, get, get down!

Uh uh uh new York streets where killers'll
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 '70s
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 DA who tried him was lyin' a white dude
Killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the DA 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

Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
Everybody
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!

Some niggas fuck their enemies in their
Ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas who 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 somethin' crazy
Sold music out the trunk of their car
That shit amazed me
Put me onto her-on 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 gangsters, we loungin'
Out in LA see
A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay
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 thangs he plugged me with a
Dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
Shoulda never tippy-toed
Thought my eyes were closed
Openin' 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 somethin' 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

Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
Everybody
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!

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