Get Down - G-Unit

I run the show!

No if’s, and’s or but’s 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

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 (OHH!)

In the hood, you rat you die

In the hood if you rap you die

I’m out the hood gettin' fat and high

Private jet, it’s time to fly

Got the Rollie with the bezzy gettin' 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 beam’s on the ratchet, YEAH!

I run the show!

No if’s, and’s or but’s 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

Niggas 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 gettin'

Uhh, 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 (uhh)

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 and my wrist all gray

I run the show!

No if’s, and’s or but’s 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

Shakin' it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad, AHH!

These niggas 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

Wanna take you down to the flo', shorty I’m with 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 if’s, and’s or but’s 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!)