Get Down - Lyrics - G-unit
G-Unit is an American hip hop group originating from South Jamaica, Queens, New York, formed by longtime friends and East Coast rappers 50 Cent, Tony Yayo and Lloyd Banks. The group released their debut album Beg for Mercy, in 2003, which went on to sell over 2,000,000 copies in the US and was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America . The album, which followed the success of 50 Cent's major-label debut Get Rich or Die Tryin', served as a platform for Banks, Buck and Yayo to release their respective debut solo albums, The Hunger for More , Straight Outta Cashville and Thoughts of a Predicate Felon . In 2008, the group released their second album T·O·S .
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(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts 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
[50 Cent]
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk ***
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart *** (yeah)
Drama get to poppin even when I don't start ***
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 *** attitude cause I come from the ***
Got the ammo on me now, *** front I'ma pull this
[Tony Yayo]
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 Roley 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 fiends on the rats, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago
I race in my driveway; *** the highway
*** 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
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper
That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" ***
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 ***, *** Rose
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less *** got, all that ***
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny *** mad
AHH! These *** 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 *** fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it
Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it
I'm on that ***, we on that ***
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah *** don't trip
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!)
That flo', flo' (wooo!)
