Get Down - Album Version (Edited)
Uh huh, Killa, They never said we couldn't get down
It's like I'm psychic and shit
I called this shit about 5 years ago
Dipset all day everyday man
Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky be home 07, (uh), let's go
Remember, I'm a man of respect, remember,
Remember, Santana was next,
Now it's not teks, it's checks, and vans he collects,
I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man, me and Santana man,
Word to my grandma, he one bad MamaJamma, damn,
So I don't write for the stardom,
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I been through it headed right for the bottle,
DC, nah, would'a been a sniper in Harlem,
That's why I throw some dough, to my cody from Kostovo,
Help me get on Overflow, no one supposed to know,
But she lay me up, like the Priminister,
Thousand grams of dope, smellin' like Hine vinegar,
That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her,
When it came to dope, I always copped in fingers,
Money missin', oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers,
Slit some wrists, that's when they said 'Oh shit, he's not a singer',
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert,
This pistol, I squeeze it, Missles if needed, KILLA,
Remember, I'ma spend my cake,
Remember, Jim, we gettin' outta 5H,
Now, chefs a' fry us steaks, It's a higher stake
Swiss accounts, I'ma show you how to wire cake,
And we from BBO, now you a CEO,
Direct the VEO, your own album, here we go,
That's my man, anytime I holla, holla wit' me,
We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar fifty,
Budget 7 dollars, nickel bag and white owl,
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child,
We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls,
Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible,
Magical, pop's gone, shit's tragical,
Mum's omission, my house is where the addicts chill,
I'm like the teacher, I need me a sabbatical,
It's not irrational, I grew up radical,
And you all are shook,
I bought all my crooks,
Fuck you R'n'B niggas,
Zeek sing all the hooks,
Tito and Bray,
Yes yes, come again,
They came sun or rain,
When I had that stomach pain,
Uh
It's like I'm psychic and shit
I called this shit about 5 years ago
Dipset all day everyday man
Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky be home 07, (uh), let's go
Remember, I'm a man of respect, remember,
Remember, Santana was next,
Now it's not teks, it's checks, and vans he collects,
I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man, me and Santana man,
Word to my grandma, he one bad MamaJamma, damn,
So I don't write for the stardom,
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I been through it headed right for the bottle,
DC, nah, would'a been a sniper in Harlem,
That's why I throw some dough, to my cody from Kostovo,
Help me get on Overflow, no one supposed to know,
But she lay me up, like the Priminister,
Thousand grams of dope, smellin' like Hine vinegar,
That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her,
When it came to dope, I always copped in fingers,
Money missin', oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers,
Slit some wrists, that's when they said 'Oh shit, he's not a singer',
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert,
This pistol, I squeeze it, Missles if needed, KILLA,
Remember, I'ma spend my cake,
Remember, Jim, we gettin' outta 5H,
Now, chefs a' fry us steaks, It's a higher stake
Swiss accounts, I'ma show you how to wire cake,
And we from BBO, now you a CEO,
Direct the VEO, your own album, here we go,
That's my man, anytime I holla, holla wit' me,
We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar fifty,
Budget 7 dollars, nickel bag and white owl,
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child,
We ain't care, we ain't sleep, we was night owls,
Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible,
Magical, pop's gone, shit's tragical,
Mum's omission, my house is where the addicts chill,
I'm like the teacher, I need me a sabbatical,
It's not irrational, I grew up radical,
And you all are shook,
I bought all my crooks,
Fuck you R'n'B niggas,
Zeek sing all the hooks,
Tito and Bray,
Yes yes, come again,
They came sun or rain,
When I had that stomach pain,
Uh
Credits
Writer(s): Laron L. James, Cameron Giles, Hunter, Hamilton, Gaye
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro (Cam'Ron/Purple Haze) - Album Version (Edited)
- More Gangsta Music - Album Version (Edited)
- Get Down - Album Version (Edited)
- Welcome to Purple Haze (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
- Killa Cam / Roll That Skit - Album Version (Edited)
- Leave Me Alone Pt. 2 - Album Version (Edited)
- Down And Out - Album Version (Edited)
- Harlem Streets - Album Version (Edited)
- Rude Boy (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
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