Get Down

Yeah, it's the Unit Yeah, showtime Swizz Oh, M C, woo 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 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, damn 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 In the hood, you rat, you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood getting' fat and high, private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy getting' 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 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 Baby, we'll get lotto from Murciélago I race in my driveway, motherf**k the highway Niggaz 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 getting' Uh, 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, uh I gets 'em out, my tricks playin' spades I swim in dime pus*y, piss Rosé Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green an' my wrists all gleam 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 You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now, what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less pus*y, got all that a*s So, shake it and wiggle, turn a skinny bitch mad Ah, these niggaz 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 a*s 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 shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip 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 Wind it up, woo Wind it up, woo Wind it up, woo Hit the flo', flo', woo That flo', flo', woo