2Pac, BG Knocc Out - Get Down lyrics

by

2Pac


[Intro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
BG Knocc Out!
2Pac!
Real motherf*ckin' g's!

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Everywhere I go, on every f*cking block
There's a n*gga with a Glock, somebody got shot
The whole party hot, a n*gga with a Glock
Then the party just stops, somebody got shot
So get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit
Get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit
Get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
'Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to b*tches too scary, get too near me, we rushin'
Visions of over-packed prisons, millions of n*ggas thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It’s like I’m - dreamin', seein' scenes of me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
c*ck the c*cked 45, snatchin' n*ggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinking 40's, moved to harder sh*t
God damn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
n*gga got my own plan, watch me

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Everywhere I go, on every f*cking block
There's a n*gga with a Glock, somebody got shot
The whole party hot, a n*gga with a Glock
Then the party just stops, somebody got shot
So get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit
Get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit
Get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit

[Verse 2: BG Knocc Out]
BG's
Baby gangsters
Putting it down right
Because we don't allow pranksters
Girls come through
Looking fired, real fine and I know
In they mind, all they see is dollar signs
So therefore, yo
I might mack to a trick
Wait 'til I fall then see if I can hit it
Blaze up some indo
Sip on some Alize
'Cause when I'm with 2Pac I'm chilling the stylish way
Before a brother was rapping
A brother was straight whiling
Living it up, my man was like a part time job, and
I did it 'cause I'm banking
I'd rather be free
I know the streets getting played everyday
And straight chilling with my peeps
Be able to sleep and eat when and where I wanna
Hanging with my partners crossing police on the corner
Now I'm on wax, kicking straight gangster rhythm
Letting tricks know this yo, trick that's how we go

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Everywhere I go, on every f*cking block
There's a n*gga with a Glock, somebody got shot
The whole party hot, a n*gga with a Glock
Then the party just stops, somebody got shot
So get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit
Get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit
Get down, get down! We shootin in this b*tch
Get down, get down! We don't care who we hit

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