GET DOWN Lyrics

I came out the pit

With a hundred-round drum on my lap

All black with the mask

I pull up with the stick

Hillbilly backwoods motherfucker with the hunger for the come up

And we been in this bitch

Repping 252

Eastside, chicken fried from the guttah

With four hoes on my dick

Trench coat lunatic

Crucified in the crypt

With a slit on my wrist

I've been praying for my luck to change

Looking all night for some strange

Cadillac creep up the block real slow

Got my heart bout to beat out the cage

Fuck a bitch boy, you a chump

Blow your door off with the pump

Face full of lead

Leak red on the bed

Rolled up in the back of the trunk

Already betting on never

Forever is bullshit

I can't stand the pressure

It's better to shred up my heart in a blender

So many bitches like I can remember

The blow on the table like it was December

Got my brain overloaded with the dopamine

Nothing flowing through my veins but amphetamines

Pushing out the fucking demons that're inside of me

I came out the pit

I pull up with the stick

And we been in this bitch

With four hoes on my dick

With a slit on my wrist

Me and KC just a couple dope fiends

Back at it like crack addicts

Rush on the scene

Two underdogs with their minds on massive dreams

We taking the throne like we play for the Mavericks

Success at all cost, we'll deploy any tactic

Greedy as hell, dominate every facet

Won't lie down to sleep till they place us in caskets

Immortalized so we buried in gold jackets

We packing heat, always down to cause havoc

Go harder than A in both Goran and Dragic

Take over the game like we're Larry and Magic

Ingrained in our DNA, comes automatic

Could pop off whenever

My finger so spastic

You can take cover

The scope got you plastered

No escape route

It's too bad for you bastards

Aim lethal like Mamba and fadeaway baskets

Natural born killers out here cleaning clocks

We disposing of all garbage rappers like trash men

Set the stage

We the new kids on the block

Now erasing stale memories of wannabe has beens

Grew up with Triple six, Mask and Da Glock

While we screamed Break Da Law

We Ain't Playin' with you maggots

So tired of corruption

We'll never be free

Unless we declare war on these pigs like Black Sabbath

I swear it seems my whole life I've been problematic

Stay drunk, and high, and spun

Oh, shit! That's a hat trick

I don't fuck around with chicks unless they're acrobatic

Got em in bed, legs stretching out like Mr. Fantastic

Breathing hard as an asthmatic

Love the way her body look in doggy

Oh lord, she a bad bitch

My dick hard, but my flow smoother than the spot

Where the back of a thigh connects to a flat ass cheek

I came out the pit

With a hundred-round drum on my lap

All black with the mask

I pull up with the stick

Hillbilly backwoods motherfucker with the hunger for the come up

And we been in this bitch

Repping 252

Eastside, chicken fried from the guttah

With four hoes on my dick

Trench coat lunatic

Crucified in the crypt

With a slit on my wrist