Get Down (Album Version|Edited) - G-Unit

Written by：K. Dean/C. Lloyd/C. Jackson/M. Bernard

Yeah it's the unit

Yeah showtime swizz

Ohh MC wooooo

I run the show no ifs and 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 sh*t

Not three not two I'm number one on the chart b**ch yeah

Drama get to popping even when I don't start sh*t

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

My homes dumb out my homes 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 ni**a 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 role 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

I run the show no ifs and 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 motherf**k the highway

Niggaz talk money just not around me

I get the cheddar ask swizz I blow the Parmesan cheese

Like it really means nothing cause it really means nothing

I'm not what you used to I'm really not fronting

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

I want what I want and what I want I'm getting

Uhh forty thou' earlobe 40 cal gripper

That'll make a girl out the green mile ni**a

In the street rapper industry bully

It's cold tees turn to rest in peace hoodies uhh

I gets 'em out my tricks playing spades

I swim in dime p**sy 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 and 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 p**sy got all that a**

Shaking it and wiggle your skinny b**ch mad

Ahh 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 a** 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 sh*t we on that sh*t

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

I run the show no ifs and 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