Get Down Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

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 starving 

Pushing 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 

"What you 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 

Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do 

Yeah man, throwing them bones 

Hoping my ace get his case thrown 

His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing 

While he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls 

Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof 

The D.A. who tried him was lying 

A white dude, killed his mother during the case 

Hung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced 

Pre-trial hearing 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 want to 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 squeezing 

Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody 

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Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em 

Weird-ass niggas 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 niggas, independent label, real killers 

Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling 

They had the coke game something crazy 

Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me 

Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or something 

Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them 

Southern niggas 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 lounging, 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, thugging 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 

Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed 

Opening 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 something 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 fucking with you 

He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers 

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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