• God's Son
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  • God's Son

    Get Down

    Get down

    [Nas]
    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 70's
    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 well he asked me
    "Whatchu 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 livin proof
    The D.A. who tried him was lyin
    A white dude, killed his mother durin the case
    Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
    Pre-trial hearin 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!" - [James Brown][sample cut and repeated][Nas] Everybody
    "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown][sample cut and repeated][Nas]
    Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
    Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em
    They make you, dissapear, this a year that I won't forget
    Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
    Southern niggaz, 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 they car, that shit amazed me
    Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin
    Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
    Southern niggaz 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 gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see
    A dude wrote my dawg 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 things
    He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
    Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
    She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
    shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
    Openin the hotel room do', 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 witchu
    He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

    "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown][sample cut and repeated][Nas] Everybody
    "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown][sample cut and repeated][unknown speaker]
    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 ain't look at it
    My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
    Somebody gotta make a change

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