Get Down - Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002

Let's do some burst up shit y'all

One, two, get down

Pick the call to be the boss

Pick the call to be the boss

I pick the call to be the boss

This is the new New York shit here y'all

Pick the call to be the boss

Pick the call to be the boss

I pick the call the call to be the boss

Look at me, you know what you see

A bad motherfucker

This for my hardcore niggas, 'right check the store yall

New York streets where killers' ll work 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 (asked me)

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

I was a teen drunk off brew

Stumbled 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 they dice to

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' it

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"

Get down, get down!

Get down, get down!

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!

Everybody

Get down, get down, get down, get down!

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!

Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they (catch 'em)

Weird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em

They make you disappear, this a year that I won't

Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs

Southern niggas, independent label, real killers

Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'

They had the coke game somethin' crazy

Sold music out the trunk of their car, that shit (amazed me)

Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'

Took a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them

Southern niggas ain't slow (nigga tried to play me)

I left from around them dudes, they cool but they (crazy)

Now I'm back around the old school that raised me

New York gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see

A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay

The letter say, "Nas, I got your back (the fools don't play" (get down))

I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral

Never saw so many men slaughtered, and I knew the ho

Responsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital

Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too

See, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things

He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano

Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano

She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile

Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed

Openin' the hotel room door to let her goons in

But I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit

I let the hammers blow, wet three kids

See honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama

'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed

Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you

He responded, "Cool, " but told me out here this how (motherfuckers)

Get down, get down, get down, get down!

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!

Everybody

Get down, get down, get down, get down!

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!