Snowgoons, B.A.M. - Get Down lyrics

Summertime, ninety-nine point
Something degrees
There go the fifth nigga down
Getting knocked by the D's
Me and my brother can't even
Feed the family proper
While the mayor stuffing his face
With steak and lobster but I got a plot to
Overthrow the government roster
Been casing out the armored
Trucks at 150 federal ready to pop off
It feel good like it's sexual
Slugs beside the muscle
Tear flesh caressing you
Two brothers against all odds
Time to suit up we ride or die together
That's just the way we grew up
And just when he gave me a
Pound the truck pulled up
Let's get this money
We laid low and double toasted
Everything around us was moving
In slow motion heart racing
I'm sweating like I'm bent off the potion
One guard peeped the ambush
Then radioed for backup
His partner jumped out with the
Glock and got clapped up


Too long
Kicked the rear door out and started dumping
We both ducked for cover
Just hiding behind something rapid fire
My brother got caught in the torso
Thinking will we make it alive
Only the Lord know
He on the ground leaking and bleeding
He ain't breathing
Grab the bag of Benjamins while
Jake in the distance
My brother still alive through
This fucked up predicament
Pulled him in the car told
Him it would be fine
Peeled off with about eight
Jakes right behind
A tear rolled from his eye
He looked at me and asked why
Blood pouring out the side of his mouth
He went calmly
That moment I knew he had went to join mommy

Pure emotion and adrenaline with death wishes
Let's get it on you cock
Sucking son of a bitches tires are shot
But still doing 90 on the rims nigga
Got out and threw the bag to shad?
This for the kids nigga
Blue uniforms everywhere
Ghetto bird hovering
All we ever wanted was to
Stop all this suffering
They cleared the whole block
With K-9's and SWAT
Checked the clip in the Ruger
And only had one shot
Sucking up tears of snot
Reflecting back on the childhood
Victim of abuse and drug wars
Through a wild hood
My fam can't live where I live
My fam need me don't need them to see
My memorial in graffiti
Stepped out hearing guns cocking
My fam watching
Let the grip go, but before I could drop it
Forty-one shots hit
The shells drip from the stoop we salute
The fallen soldiers that went
Out for the loot