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"Get Down"

Uh-uh, Killa!
They never said we couldn't get down
It's like I'm psychic and sh*t
I called this sh*t about five years ago
Dipset, all day, everyday man
Santana, Jim Jones
Freekey be home '07, (uhh) let's go

Remember I'm a man of respect (remember?)
Remember Santana was next
Now it's not TECs, it's checks
And fans he collects
I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grandma
He one bad mamma jamma, damn
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. nah, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
That's why I throw some dough
To my co-d from Kosovo
Help me get on overflow (ssshhh)
No one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smelling like Heinz Vinegar
That was a lot to linger
But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missing, oh sh*t I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, that's when they said, "oh sh*t, he's not a singer"
f*ck the rap, f*ck the movies, f*ck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed, Killa
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of 5H (projects)
Now chefs'll fry us steaks (that's true), it's a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm going show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO, direct a vee-ee-oh
Your own album here we go
That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
Budget seven dollars, nickel bag and White Owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night, child
We ain't care, we didn't sleep we was night owls
Insomniatics, our lifestyles compatible
Magical, Pops gone, sh*t tragical
Moms gon' miss ya, my house is where the addicts chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical
It's not irrational, I grew up radical
And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks
f*ck you R&B n*ggas, Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain
(Uhh, what else?) uhh

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