I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down
'Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Starin' at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Get, get, get down
Throw up a fist for black power, 'cause all we want is his freedom
Uh uh uh
Triple homicide, I sit in the back aisle
Somebody gotta make a change
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' witchu
They had the coke game, somethin' crazy
My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
Hung jury, now the D A is bein' replaced
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Showin' they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin' proof
See honey thought I had somethin' to do, with all the drama
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin'
As I'm about to blast heat
Shoulda never tippy toed, thought my eyes were closed
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
New York gangstas, we loungin', out in L A see
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out nobody leavin' everybody
Hopin' my ace get his case thrown
See my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
(Everybody)
Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
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The D A who tried him was lyin'
(Everybody)
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time one day grabs me
A shame when you ain't look at it
Openin' the hotel room door, to let her goons in
But there's a long list of high profile celebrities
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
All I really gotta say is that
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Worldwide on the thorough side of things
The nigga still alive in a hospital
Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers
If God sent him, 'cause two squad cars entered the block
While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls
Get down, get down, get down, get down
"Whatchu up to?, The cops gon' bust you"
The letter say, "Nas, I got your back the fools don't play"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
Weird ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Get, ge-get, get, get, get, get, get down
40 side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
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He plugged me with a dame who was half Mexicano
Pre trial hearin' is over, it's real for the soldier
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'
Yeah man, throwin' them bones
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
Get, get, get, get, ge-get, get, get, get down
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
A white dude, killed his mother durin' the case