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Get Down was released on July 13, 2004 by Grimey Records as a part of the album Public Enemy #1
AlbumPublic Enemy #1
July 13, 2004
LabelGrimey Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM94
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get, get down)
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get down)
This Philly cat back with them black 'matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib for the fun of it (get down)
Two guns, you know
Desert eagle, streetsweepers
It, it's in the blood!
Mac (aim)
I'll smack you in the grill all you'll feel is the 45 hard
45 yards of football stitches, look ya'll bitches (black)
Bullets in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you, get in and out a raindrop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nipsey Russel and Lady Ross
Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss
You can't escape hell, 357 with eight shells
38 long six shots
Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya strip hot, you could get SWAT
You could get cops, they can get ya shit mopped
Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty
This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get down)
This Philly cat back with them black 'matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib for the fun of it (get down)
Two guns, you know
Desert eagle, streetsweepers
It, it's in the blood!
Mac (bang)
This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with black 'matics
One Mac 11, one seven
A line up, four tuck tears with one reverend
Leave three vests and tears from one widow
50 cars back to back with stickered windows
Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' 'em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back getting em out you
Disable **** get staples and shit pouch you
Shift over ya liver enable to reroute you
Give you **** tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit)... how you want it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sitting out
Dig this when the shits on, get gone
I'm rated PG, pro-gun, leave your kids home
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get down)
This Philly cat back with them black 'matics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib for the fun of it (get down)
Two guns, you know
Desert eagle, streetsweepers
It, it's in the blood!
Mac (bang)
You know Sigel play with them Eagles, **** don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of **** where ya corners at
Get a rock, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black
Ain't no warnin' black, when I'm wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp
Bring prosperity back to the hood like Bump J
Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?
All you **** pennies add up to one thing, my dollars
Hollows holla, first class trip to satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pilot? DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flatline you, no survivors they can't find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me junior
You way out ya league
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed
(Get down)
You **** know me
B, B Mack
Sig, Sig, Sigel was the name that they gave me
I'm a beast
Motherfuckers
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
(Get down)
Written by: Dwight Grant, Justin Smith, Quincy Jones

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