Get Down

[00:-04.52]G-Unit - Get Down

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[50 Cent]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent]

[Tony Yayo]

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

[Lloyd Banks]

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]

Yeah, it's the Unit!

Yeah (showtime) Swizz!

OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!

I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it

Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it

Me? I gets down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk ****

Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart ***** (yeah)

Drama get to poppin even when I don't start ****

I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge

My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out

Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out

I got a ****ty attitude cause I come from the bull****

Got the ammo on me now, ***** front I'ma pull this

In the hood, you rat you die

In the hood if you rap you die

I'm out the hood gettin fat and high

Private jet, it's time to fly

Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai

And my wolves come out when the moon comes up

Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah

Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice

I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH!

I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it

Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it

Me? I gets down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago

I race in my driveway; ********** the highway

*****z talk money just not around me

I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese

Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin

I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin

Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin

I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin

Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper

That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" *****

In the street rapper, industry bully

It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh)

I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades

I swim in dime *****, piss Rose

Unit rider, my clique don't play

I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam

I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it

Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it

Me? I gets down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

You know if God bless the child with so much swag

Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?

Seats less ***** got, all that ass

Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny ***** mad

AHH! These *****z ain't hot like we

They don't know how to rock the spot like me

Smell like I just got out a brand new V

My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's

Work with me lil' mama, let's get it

Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it

I'm on that ****, we on that ****

I ain't on that rubber grip, nah ***** don't trip

I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it

Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it

Me? I gets down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

I get down, I get down down down

Wind it up (wooo! )

Wind it up (wooo! )

Wind it up (wooo! )

Hit the flo', flo' (wooo! )

That flo', flo' (wooo! )

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