Racheal22k - Get Down lyrics

The hottest L.P I smoke 'em one by one Collapsed lungs unhealthy Now ya dancing with the P-T a.k.a. Physical Therapy I-C-U b**hes eying me but I'm eying you back With M-107 scope I carry on my back Militant guided criminal minded my messages Subliminal Smooth criminal As mic slam ya keep ya virgin Tight as a Dyke Ya pearl tonguing it I'm legit so I can't quit My rhymes sick Put it on the respirator I'm greator then the average Known savage kicking up carnages Took the juice went from projects To three car garages A born menace far from innocence I'm in it to win it show ya neck and I'll slit it Forget it This is Nas Instrumental so I'm moving all the sentimentals I'm making serials by the ton C-Bo flow n***as taking bites at me like I'm Costco I'm the Black Brasco pistol smoking Joe As I excite the frowns From getting down What you know about the nunchuku I got two under the bed that's going to f** you Your an imitation copy while I'm Bruce Lee I take you then your man on a k**ing spree You n***as know me Cut you off like a vasectomy straight O-G triple O-G On the motherf**ing street Spitting to this cla**ic Nas beat You know my steez My lyrics more deadlier than Cappadonna and the k**a Beez I'll damage you like Jeru The Damaja Your an amature, I'll vanish ya You don't need sheets I'll roll you up with your living room carpet Dissect your main organs and sell 'em to the black market I get a grand for the heart The rest of your bodies worthless, I just rip that sh** apart Man, f** you and your math I'm gonna show you the aftermath For f**ing with the wrath Sneak up like Dexter and start the sedating Tie your a** up then commence the cremating Innocent soul, black, with a black hat and a back pack Focused on getting stacks and ladies with fat backs Had a girl of his own Cheating with another man while he gone Matter of fact sixteen No job, tryna pay off loans To the local G's for a couple of G's No good in school, just a couple of E's When he gets home Tells his b**h to drop to her knees A leader of his street is what it seems But he don't chill with the fiends and the real OG's Thirteen he was puffing that green Skip a month or few Dropped outta high school Gang banging tryna make a name For himself Walking the block, with 45 on his belt Still in debt To the local G's They spotted him They looked at him And they rushed him up And f**ed him up Took his money, they laughed as they ran, thought it was funny But little did they know O'l blackie had strap And he knew exactly, where they chill and trapped He took a day of recovery Straightened his mind What he was about to do was really outta his mind But he needed his money He waited for bout 8pm Praying to God Hoping he make it back safe Grabbed his black jacket Black mask Black hat And for all the Luxary's he took his black back pack Opened the door Kissed the cross on his chest And headed west Got to the destination Without hesitation Busted down the door Gun is palm Shot the first n***a he saw And watched the blood pour It ain't hard to tell I'm the best to ever ship the sail From bagging hash to moving, yeyo Don't make no false moves Or you'll be missing brain cells I rock it well Used to run with a gang but now I hang Solo so be on the bolo My nuts hanging like a missle toe Now give it kiss ya dismissed I'm the greatest Rocking emcees chatterboxes and what not And who got