Get Down (Mixed)

[Intro]

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(Nicholas Craven)

[Verse]

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 starvin'

Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s

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 while he askеd me

"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you"

I was a teen drunk off brew

Stumblеd, 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

Starin' at a young disciple

I almost gave my life to what the dice do

Yeah man, throwin' them bones

Hopin' my ace get his case thrown

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

While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'

They little cooch; gangstas don't die, he's living proof

The D.A. who tried him was lyin'

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 wanna 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 squeezin'

Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, "Nobody leavin'

Everybody—"

[Chorus: James Brown]

Get down, get down

Get down, get down

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get