| [00:01.95] | Artist: Nas |
| [00:02.18] | Album: God's Son |
| [00:02.41] | Song: Get Down |
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| [00:03.87] | "Get-get.. get down!" - James Brown |
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| [00:08.40] | Uh.. uh.. uh.. |
| [00:15.68] | New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete |
| [00:18.64] | And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration |
| [00:21.37] | Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem |
| [00:23.44] | Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin |
| [00:25.97] | Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's |
| [00:28.74] | But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities |
| [00:31.24] | Worldwide on the thorough side of things |
| [00:33.60] | Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time |
| [00:36.49] | one day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat |
| [00:39.00] | 40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me |
| [00:41.76] | "Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you" |
| [00:43.94] | I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered |
| [00:47.01] | if God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block |
| [00:49.46] | and looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched |
| [00:51.40] | I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair |
| [00:53.46] | Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do |
| [00:57.54] | Yeah man, throwin them bones |
| [00:59.63] | Hopin my ace get his case thrown |
| [01:01.58] | His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein |
| [01:04.61] | While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls |
| [01:07.07] | showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof |
| [01:10.11] | The D.A. who tried him was lyin |
| [01:12.42] | A white dude, killed his mother durin the case |
| [01:14.78] | Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced |
| [01:16.68] | Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier |
| [01:19.60] | Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild |
| [01:22.49] | Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle |
| [01:24.83] | I wanna crack a smile when I see him |
| [01:26.55] | Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom |
| [01:29.99] | He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin |
| [01:32.31] | Then he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybody |
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| [01:34.61] | "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown |
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| [01:44.70] | Everybody |
| [01:45.63] | "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown |
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| [01:54.94] | Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em |
| [01:57.65] | Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em |
| [01:59.94] | They make you, dissapear, this a year that I won't forget |
| [02:02.91] | Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs |
| [02:05.51] | Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers |
| [02:08.18] | Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin |
| [02:10.79] | They had the coke game somethin crazy |
| [02:12.72] | Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me |
| [02:15.58] | Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin |
| [02:18.18] | Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them |
| [02:20.44] | Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me |
| [02:22.89] | I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy |
| [02:25.48] | Now I'm back around the old school that raised me |
| [02:27.88] | New York gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see |
| [02:30.86] | A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay |
| [02:33.11] | The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play" |
| [02:35.68] | I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral |
| [02:38.31] | Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible |
| [02:41.55] | The nigga still alive in a hospital |
| [02:43.63] | Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too |
| [02:46.42] | See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things |
| [02:48.76] | He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano |
| [02:50.85] | Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano |
| [02:53.46] | She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile |
| [02:56.00] | shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed |
| [02:58.24] | Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in |
| [03:01.49] | But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit |
| [03:04.16] | I let the hammers blow, wet three kids |
| [03:06.25] | See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama |
| [03:08.79] | Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed |
| [03:11.22] | Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin witchu |
| [03:13.86] | He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers |
| [03:16.02] | |
| [03:16.74] | "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown |
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| [03:26.33] | Everybody |
| [03:27.20] | "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown |
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| [03:38.76] | All I really gotta say is that |
| [03:41.38] | if that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up? |
| [03:45.76] | How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down? |
| [03:49.20] | A shame when you ain't look at it |
| [03:51.38] | My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk |
| [03:55.83] | Somebody gotta make a change |
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