Текст песни Get Down - Busta Rhymes , Q-Tip
For
real
though
who
really
got
sick
flow
On
the
edge
got
the
ledge
hangin'
out
of
the
window
Bird
chest
niggas
with
ya
winderous
fearaf
Fuck
around
you'll
be
against
me
the
size
of
a
meal
sack
Puny
little
punks
better
hit
the
gym
But
that
doesn't
mean
nothin
to
the
heart
within
You
cramped
up
you
and
your
team
I'm
amped
up
And
you
asses
can't
dim
my
beam
My
shine
what
the
fuck
is
on
your
mind?
Little
weaklink
rappers
better
hit
the
grind
Other
brothers
ain't
motivated
they
can't
do
it
Not
only
did
I
penetrate
it
I
ran
through
it
My
music
comes
on
and
we
mosh
at
the
dance
Inside
of
your
mind
or
inside
of
my
pants?
Musical
intentions
that
we
have
is
vast
You
sick?
Drink
a
NyQuil
when
I'm
bed
on
your
ass
Oh
well
then
here
comes
the
gelatin
Tips
on
some
sugars
but
you
yap
on
your
cell
to
friends
Now
your
party
is
completely
blown
Real
name
is
Kamal
I'm
in
"complete
me"
zone
It's
rap
time
for
you
that
means
nap
time
Reachin
for
my
joint?
What
the
fuck,
I'mma
clap
mine
Singin
songs
in
6 pens
with
sit
tensed
Surpised
your
ass
is
the
end
like
the
sixth
sense
Heavy
hitters
knockin
shit
out
the
park
You
didn't
even
really
play
tell
me
why
did
you
start
Spittin'
sharp
blades
laced
with
bleach
You
wanna
play
around
kid
I'm
not
a
walk
at
the
beach
A
stroll
in
the
park
or
your
fuckin
playground
Put
on
your
headphones
and
tell
me
how
grenades
sound
Put
on
your
walkmase
and
go
underneath
the
town
Q-Tip
abstract
how
I
gets
down
All
my
bitches,
dance
if
you
know
that
you
damn
sure
Let
your
pussy
drip
on
the
dance
floor
if
you
wanna
(Get
down)
Fuck
that
niggas
will
bust
gats
Better
lit
a
make
for
their
rush
that
cuz
they
wanna
(Get
down)
Flip
this
piano
sick
shit
(Get
down)
Chill
you
can
get
off
my
dick
and
(Get
down)
While
I'm
on
the
hook
get
on
your
good
foot
And
blow
up
the
spot
for
all
of
you
niggas
cuz
that's
how
we
(Get
down)
Comin
with
the
brand
new
quickly
we
pan
to
The
young
black
man
with
intentions
to
ban
you
Seems
that
people
need
an
aid
today
So
many
fade
away,
so
many
fiend
to
stay
I
really
rhyme
cuz
I
feel
I
should
say
things
While
the
fraudulent
acts
rap
just
so
they
cop
rings
Or
maybe
because
when
they
was
young
They
was
fronted
on
and
left
alone
to
have
their
own
fun
Now
they're
all
grown
up
to
be
assholes
I'm
giving
you
the
rope
will
you
tie
some
lassos?
You
swing
dangling
from
peach
trees
While
I
sip
my
Daiquiris
in
the
south
west
breeze
Writings
so
exciting
the
pen
it
keeps
Drippin
out
jings
that's
converted
to
hymns
and
them
People
be
hummin
em
from
now
to
their
next
of
kin
My
family
is
starving?
You
know
they
want
me
to
win
We
forfeit
nigga
please
get
off
it
Send
the
check
in
my
name
to
my
office
Mutombo
in
the
lane
yo
I
toss
it
Abstract
comin
through
witness
the
bomb
shit
Hey
yo,
hey
yo
engineer
cut
the
fuckin'
beat
off
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