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

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!