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 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   Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down   (Everybody)   Get down, get down, get down, get down   Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down      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, disappear, 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'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' witchu   He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers      Get down, get down, get down, get down   Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down   (Everybody)   Get down, get down, get down, get down   Get, ge-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 ain't look at it   My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk   Somebody gotta make a change