G-unit Get Down Lyrics

Get Down Lyrics

Yeah, it's the Unit

Yeah, showtime Swizz

Oh, M C, woo



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 shit

Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch, yeah

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

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



My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out

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

I got a shitty attitude '€˜cause I come from the bullshit

Got the ammo on me now, nigga 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 getting' fat and high, private jet, it's time to fly

Got the Roley with the bezzy getting' 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 Murciélago

I race in my driveway, motherfuck the highway

Niggaz 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 getting'



Uh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper

That'll make a girl out the Green Mile nigga

In the street rapper, industry bully

It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies, uh



I gets 'em out, my tricks playin' spades

I swim in dime pussy, piss Rosé

Unit rider, my clique don't play

I got a pocket full of green an' 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 pussy, got all that ass

So, shake it and wiggle, turn a skinny bitch mad



Ah, these niggaz 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 shit, we on that shit

I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga 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, woo

Wind it up, woo

Wind it up, woo

Hit the flo', flo', woo

That flo', flo', woo