Get Down Lyrics - Snowgoons Dynasty - Snowgoons

Summertime, ninety-nine point something degrees 

There go the fifth nigga down getting knocked 

by the D's 

Me and my brother can't even feed the family proper 

While the mayor stuffing his face with steak and lobster 

But I got a plot to overthrow the government roster 

Been casing out the armored trucks at 150 federal 

Ready to pop off, it feel good like it's sexual 

Slugs beside the muscle, tear flesh caressing you 

Two brothers against all odds, time to suit up 

We ride or die together, that's just the way we grew up 

And just when he gave me a pound the truck pulled up 

Let's get this money, we laid low and double toasted 

Everything around us was moving in slow motion 

Heart racing, I'm sweating like I'm bent off the potion 

One guard peeped the ambush then radioed for backup 

His partner jumped out with the Glock and got clapped up 

Too long, kicked the rear door out and started dumping 

We both ducked for cover, just hiding behind something 

Rapid fire, my brother got caught in the torso 

Thinking will we make it alive, only the Lord know 

He on the ground leaking and bleeding, he ain't breathing 

Benjamins 

while Jake in the distance 

My brother still alive through this fucked up predicament 

Pulled him in the car told him it would be fine 

Peeled off with about eight 

Jakes 

A tear rolled from his eye, he looked at me and asked why 

Blood pouring out the side of his mouth, he went calmly 

That moment I knew he had went to join mommy 

Pure emotion and adrenaline with death wishes 

Let's get it on you cock sucking son of a bitches 

Tires are shot, but still doing 90 on the rims nigga 

Got out and threw the bag to 

shad?, 

this for the kids nigga 

Blue uniforms everywhere, 

ghetto bird hovering 

All we ever wanted was to stop all this suffering 

They cleared the whole block, with K-9's and SWAT 

Checked the clip in the Ruger and only had one shot 

Sucking up tears of snot, reflecting back on the childhood 

Victim of abuse and drug wars through a wild hood 

My fam can't live where I live, my fam need me 

Don't need them to see my memorial in graffiti 

Stepped out hearing guns cocking, my fam watching 

Let the grip go, but before I could drop it 

Forty-one shots hit, the shells drip from the stoop 

We salute, the fallen soldiers that went out for the loot 

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