Beanie Sigel - Get Down lyrics

Chorus: (Scratching)..."get down" This Philly cat back with them blackmatics Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it (Scratching)..."get down" Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers It..Its in the blood!..Mac Pain!....Click BOOM! [Beanie] I'll smack you in the grill or you'll feel the 45 harding 45 yards of football stitches, look ya'll b**hes...(Black) Bullets in and out the same spot Turn you so skinny you can, in and out of rain drop Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot Mac with the block could hustle at any cause Ran through bricks like Nitsie Russel and Lady Boss (man)..Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss You can't escape hell, 357 with 8 shells 38 long six shots Get ya sh** stopped, get ya clique got Get ya strip hot, you could get swat You could get cops, n***as get ya sh** mopped Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny Chorus: (Scratching)..."get down" This Philly cat back with them blackmatics Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it (Scratching)..."get down" Two guns you know, desert eagle streetsweepers It..Its in the blood!..Mac Pain!....Click BOOM! [Beanie] This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen Back at it, playing with blackmatics One Mac eleven, one seven A line up four buck tears for one bredren Leave three basins of tears from one widow 50 cars back to back with stick-up windows Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' em in you Nurses gotta cut ya back getting out you Disable n***as get staples and sh** patch you Shift over ya liver and able to reroute you Leave you n**z tubes and cables to spit out through You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you (sh**)...how you want it dog? We can gun it out Spit it out, have ya f**ing stomach sitting out Dig this when the sh**s on, get gone I'm rated PG, pull on-get gone Chorus: (Scratching)..."get down" This Philly cat back with them blackmatics Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it (Scratching)..."get down" Two guns you know, desert eagle streetsweepers It..Its in the blood!..Mac Pain!....Click BOOM! [Beanie] You know Sigel play with them eagles, n***as don't get tagged Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb Bunch of n***as where ya corners at Get a whop, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black Ain't no warnin' black, when Im wearin' black...mask Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp Bring prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay? All you n***as pennies add up to one thing....my dollars Hollows holla, first cla** trip to satan with flyer mileage Guess who the pillot?..DOA Airlines, dead on arrival Flatline you, no survivers they can't find you Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr You way out ya league Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed Chorus: (Scratching)..."get down"