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Get Low
1,529
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Low was released on March 12, 2007 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Ridin' High
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Release DateMarch 12, 2007
LabelBad Boy Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
8Ball & MJG
8Ball & MJG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
Songwriter
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Producer
Conrad "Rad" Dimanche
Conrad "Rad" Dimanche
Associate Producer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Assistant Mixing Engineer
H. Pierre
H. Pierre
Co-Producer
Diddy
Diddy
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
What's the worse shit heard
A shotgun blast from the back of your head
**** don't know who got hit
But I know for sho' somebody dead
All I hear is people scream in the background
Everybody in the club down on the floor
Everybody in the VIP was
Runnin' over each other for the back door
I don't see MJG nowhere
Gunshots still pop in the mayhem
I'ma reach for the heat that I snuck in
Hope my shots don't hit the innocent
Seems like we done been here a long time
But it's only been about five minutes
Shoulda stayed my ass at home
It's too late now, I'm already in it
Whats the worse shit seen?
Blood on the floor, blood on the wall
People gettin' hit didn't do nothing
Baby don't know why I ain't comin' home
And I don't know what started it all
Over some bread or over some broad
A **** done went too far
Now you gotta run and deal wit the law
And I don't wanna do nothin' but get home
I don't wanna see nothin' but the freeway
I don't wanna have to pop this 4-5
But I will if it mean I'ma get away
Pull back let it all go
Run outside, jump in the vehic—
Burn off doin' 84
**** wanna get me, boy better be quick
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Yeah, witnesses runnin', talkin' 'bout the shooters is comin'
I'm jumpin' over the one that says I get low
**** comin' outta nowhere with all sorts of shit that make me wonder how they got it through the front door
Security beatin' the hell outta some of the instigators
Who started the fuckin' ruckus in the first place
And it ain't even no way I could sugarcoat it
As bad is I want the shit to be over and be the worse case
Of a **** tryna get out of the middle of a situation when the situation gotta get down
I'm tryin' to make it to my Chevy
I don't give a fuck about the bitches or the little money I done spent now
MJG I be the realest but right now my **** I'm just tryna get up out the club like
So don't be stickin' your hand out to me talkin' 'bout you hurtin'
You a veteran and hit me with a dub spot
It ain't no way I'm tryna get hit with a stray bullet
But no matter what you say, ****, they pull it
Out with the quickness 'cause it's real in the field
Little rookie, you don't know, you better motherfuckin' stay fullest
A **** who on a mission to get me and everybody
Who came with me back to motherfuckin' safety
And don't nobody but me and a couple **** who kill **** for real really don't wanna play me
Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala
To keep the lookers on me I just cut the music on the lo-lo
I got my hand on the fo'-fo'
Tellin' my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po
Put it in drive, hit the accelerator, it's no more waitin'
Gotta get pistol grippin' while I'm dippin' now
Another episode of **** tryna get out the club
Because some other motherfuckin' **** trippin' now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Now baby
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They fight (They fight), they fight (They fight)
Get low (Get low), get low (Get low)
They shoot (They shoot), they shoot (They shoot)
Written by: Marlon Goodwin, Premro Smith, Shondrae Crawford
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