[{"id":12926083,"name":"Get Down","trackName":"Get Down","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas Videos","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Get, get, get down)\nUh, uh, uh\n\nNew York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\nAnd Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\nPrince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\nStreet legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\nPushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\nBut there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\nWorldwide on the thorough side of things\nLivest kings, some died, one guy, one time\nOne day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n\n\"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew\nStumbled, I wondered if God sent him\n'Cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStarin' at a young disciple\nI almost gave my life to what the dice do\n\nYeah man, throwin' them bones\nHopin' my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\nWhile he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\nThey little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lyin'\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now, the D.A. is being replaced\n\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI wanna crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\nThen, he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin' everybody\"\n\nGet down, get down!\nGet down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nSome niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas who dangerous, so don't test 'em\nThey make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now, they're chillin'\nThey had the coke game somethin' crazy\nSold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n\nPut me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\nTook a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them\nSouthern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\nI left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\nNow, I'm back around the old school that raised me\nNew York gangsters, we're loungin', out in L.A.\nSee, a dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay\nThe letter say, \"Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play\" (get down)\n\nI rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\nNever saw so many men slaughtered, then, I knew the hoe\nResponsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital\nMidnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\nSee, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs\nHe plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\nGave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano\nShe passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n\nShoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\nOpenin' the hotel room door to let her goons in\nBut I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit\nI let the hammers blow, wet three kids\nSee honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama\n'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\nCalled up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\nHe responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get-get-get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nAll I really gotta say is that\nIf that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\nHow we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\nA shame when you really look at it\nMy folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\nSomebody got to make a change","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.34] (Get, get, get down)\n[00:07.70] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:15.49] New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n[00:18.02] And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n[00:21.28] Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n[00:23.25] Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\n[00:26.22] Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\n[00:28.41] But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n[00:31.02] Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n[00:33.20] Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n[00:36.28] One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n[00:38.55] 40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n[00:41.44] \"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you\"\n[00:43.71] I was a teen drunk off brew\n[00:45.25] Stumbled, I wondered if God sent him\n[00:47.20] 'Cause two squad cars entered the block\n[00:49.08] And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\n[00:51.06] I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\n[00:53.68] Starin' at a young disciple\n[00:55.14] I almost gave my life to what the dice do\n[00:57.38] Yeah man, throwin' them bones\n[00:59.32] Hopin' my ace get his case thrown\n[01:01.35] His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\n[01:04.56] While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\n[01:06.91] They little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\n[01:09.86] The D.A. who tried him was lyin'\n[01:11.55] A white dude, killed his mother during the case\n[01:14.03] Hung jury, now, the D.A. is being replaced\n[01:16.48] Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\n[01:19.34] Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\n[01:22.19] Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\n[01:24.42] I wanna crack a smile when I see him\n[01:26.24] Throw up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\n[01:29.18] He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\n[01:31.75] Then, he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin' everybody\"\n[01:34.53] Get down, get down!\n[01:37.03] Get down, get down!\n[01:40.18] Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n[01:44.25] Everybody\n[01:44.85] Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n[01:50.37] Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n[01:54.52] Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\n[01:57.11] Weird-ass niggas who dangerous, so don't test 'em\n[01:59.51] They make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\n[02:02.64] Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\n[02:05.46] Southern niggas, independent label, real killers\n[02:07.52] Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now, they're chillin'\n[02:10.42] They had the coke game somethin' crazy\n[02:12.33] Sold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n[02:15.21] Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\n[02:17.87] Took a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them\n[02:20.12] Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\n[02:22.33] I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\n[02:25.53] Now, I'm back around the old school that raised me\n[02:27.58] New York gangsters, we're loungin', out in L.A.\n[02:30.15] See, a dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay\n[02:32.79] The letter say, \"Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play\" (get down)\n[02:35.24] I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\n[02:38.19] Never saw so many men slaughtered, then, I knew the hoe\n[02:40.78] Responsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital\n[02:43.38] Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\n[02:46.28] See, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs\n[02:48.20] He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\n[02:50.83] Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano\n[02:53.27] She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n[02:55.46] Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\n[02:58.06] Openin' the hotel room door to let her goons in\n[03:01.21] But I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit\n[03:04.04] I let the hammers blow, wet three kids\n[03:05.82] See honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama\n[03:08.57] 'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\n[03:10.81] Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\n[03:13.45] He responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n[03:16.58] Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n[03:21.93] Get, get, get, get, get-get-get down!\n[03:25.99] Everybody\n[03:26.55] Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n[03:32.06] Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n[03:38.41] All I really gotta say is that\n[03:40.68] If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\n[03:45.37] How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\n[03:48.79] A shame when you really look at it\n[03:50.81] My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\n[03:55.30] Somebody got to make a change\n[03:56.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get Down\n artist: Nas\n album: Nas Videos\n duration_ms: 245000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Get, get, get down)\n start_ms: 3340\n end_ms: 7700\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 7700\n end_ms: 15490\n- text: New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n start_ms: 15490\n end_ms: 18020\n- text: And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n start_ms: 18020\n end_ms: 21280\n- text: Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n start_ms: 21280\n end_ms: 23250\n- text: Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\n start_ms: 23250\n end_ms: 26220\n- text: Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\n start_ms: 26220\n end_ms: 28410\n- text: But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n start_ms: 28410\n end_ms: 31020\n- text: Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n start_ms: 31020\n end_ms: 33200\n- text: Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n start_ms: 33200\n end_ms: 36280\n- text: One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n start_ms: 36280\n end_ms: 38550\n- text: 40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n start_ms: 38550\n end_ms: 41440\n- text: '\"What you up to? 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I turned to punch them\n Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\n I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\n Now, I'm back around the old school that raised me\n New York gangsters, we're loungin', out in L.A.\n See, a dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay\n The letter say, \"Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play\" (get down)\n\n I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\n Never saw so many men slaughtered, then, I knew the hoe\n Responsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital\n Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\n See, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs\n He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\n Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano\n She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n\n Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\n Openin' the hotel room door to let her goons in\n But I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit\n I let the hammers blow, wet three kids\n See honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama\n 'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\n Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\n He responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n\n Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n Get, get, get, get, get-get-get down!\n Everybody\n Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\n All I really gotta say is that\n If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\n How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\n A shame when you really look at it\n My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\n Somebody got to make a change\n"},{"id":28654253,"name":"Get Down","trackName":"Get Down","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas Collection","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\nAnd Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\nPrince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\nStreet legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving\nPushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's\nBut there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\nWorldwide on the thorough side of things\nLivest kings, some died, one guy, one time\nOne day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me\n\"What you up to, the cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered\nIf God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStaring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do\nYeah man, throwing them bones\nHoping my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing\nWhile he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls\nShowing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lying\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI want to crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezing\nThen he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody\nSome niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em\nThey make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling\nThey had the coke game something crazy\nSold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me\nPut me onto heron blunts, sherm or something\nTook a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them\nSouthern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\nI left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\nNow I'm back around the old school that raised me\nNew York gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see\nA dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay\nThe letter say, \"Nas I got your back, the fools don't play\"\nI rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\nNever saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible\nThe nigga still alive in a hospital\nMidnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\nSee my cousin's in the game, thugging and things\nHe plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\nGave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano\nShe passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\nShould of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\nOpening the hotel room do', to let her goons in\nBut I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit\nI let the hammers blow, wet three kids\nSee honey thought I had something to do, with all the drama\nCause I was with a crew, that had her people killed\nCalled up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking 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Pistol Pete\nAnd Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\nPrince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\nStreet legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\nPushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\nBut there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\nWorldwide on the thorough side of things\nLivest kings, some died, one guy, one time\nOne day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n\n\"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew\nStumbled, I wondered if God sent him\n'Cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStarin' at a young disciple\nI almost gave my life to what the dice do\n\nYeah man, throwin' them bones\nHopin' my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\nWhile he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\nThey little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lyin'\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now, the D.A. is being replaced\n\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI wanna crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\nThen, he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin' everybody\"\n\nGet down, get down!\nGet down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nSome niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas who dangerous, so don't test 'em\nThey make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now, they're chillin'\nThey had the coke game somethin' crazy\nSold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n\nPut me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\nTook a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them\nSouthern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\nI left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\nNow, I'm back around the old school that raised me\nNew York gangsters, we're loungin', out in L.A.\nSee, a dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay\nThe letter say, \"Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play\" (get down)\n\nI rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\nNever saw so many men slaughtered, then, I knew the hoe\nResponsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital\nMidnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\nSee, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs\nHe plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\nGave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano\nShe passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n\nShoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\nOpenin' the hotel room door to let her goons in\nBut I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit\nI let the hammers blow, wet three kids\nSee honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama\n'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\nCalled up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\nHe responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get-get-get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nAll I really gotta say is that\nIf that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\nHow we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\nA shame when you really look at it\nMy folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\nSomebody got to make a change","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.34] (Get, get, get down)\n[00:07.70] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:15.49] New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n[00:18.02] And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n[00:21.28] Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n[00:23.25] Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\n[00:26.22] Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\n[00:28.41] But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n[00:31.02] Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n[00:33.20] Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n[00:36.28] One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n[00:38.55] 40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n[00:41.44] \"What you up to? 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The cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew\nStumbled I wondered if God sent him\n'Cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStarin' at a young disciple\nI almost gave my life to what the dice do\n\nYeah man, throwin' them bones\nHopin' my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\nWhile he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\nThey little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lyin'\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced\n\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI wanna crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\nThen he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin'\nEverybody\"\n\nGet down, get down!\nGet down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nSome niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em\nThey make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'\nThey had the coke game somethin' crazy\nSold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n\nPut me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\nTook a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them\nSouthern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\nI left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\nNow I'm back around the old school that raised me\nNew York gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see\nA dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay\nThe letter say, \"Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play\" (get down)\n\nI rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\nNever saw so many men slaughtered, and I knew the ho\nResponsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital\nMidnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\nSee, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs\nHe plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\nGave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano\nShe passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n\nShoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\nOpenin' the hotel room door to let her goons in\nBut I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit\nI let the hammers blow, wet three kids\nSee honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama\n'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\nCalled up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\nHe responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nAll I really gotta say is that\nIf that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\nHow we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\nA shame when you really look at it\nMy folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\nSomebody got to make a change","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Get, get, get down\n[00:07.96] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:15.48] New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n[00:18.03] And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n[00:21.23] Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n[00:23.23] Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\n[00:26.28] Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\n[00:28.43] But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n[00:31.00] Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n[00:33.12] Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n[00:36.23] One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n[00:38.59] 40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n[00:41.47] \"What you up to? 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The cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew\nStumbled I wondered if God sent him\n'Cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStarin' at a young disciple\nI almost gave my life to what the dice do\n\nYeah man, throwin' them bones\nHopin' my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\nWhile he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\nThey little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lyin'\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced\n\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI wanna crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\nThen he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin'\nEverybody\"\n\nGet down, get down!\nGet down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nSome niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em\nThey make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'\nThey had the coke game somethin' crazy\nSold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n\nPut me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\nTook a puff, what the fuck? 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The cops gon' bust you\"\n[00:43.63] I was a teen drunk off brew\n[00:45.26] Stumbled, I wondered if God sent him\n[00:47.15] 'Cause two squad cars entered the block\n[00:49.19] And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\n[00:51.02] I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\n[00:53.66] Starin' at a young disciple\n[00:55.17] I almost gave my life to what the dice do\n[00:57.25] Yeah man, throwin' them bones\n[00:59.26] Hopin' my ace get his case thrown\n[01:01.20] His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\n[01:04.47] While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\n[01:07.03] They little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\n[01:09.80] The D.A. who tried him was lyin'\n[01:11.77] A white dude, killed his mother during the case\n[01:14.06] Hung jury, now, the D.A. is being replaced\n[01:16.52] Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\n[01:19.40] Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\n[01:22.25] Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\n[01:24.41] I wanna crack a smile when I see him\n[01:26.37] Throw up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\n[01:29.21] He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\n[01:31.86] Then, he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin' everybody\"\n[01:34.68] Get down, get down!\n[01:37.29] Get down, get down!\n[01:40.07] Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n[01:44.20] Everybody\n[01:44.73] Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n[01:50.21] Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n[01:54.51] Some niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\n[01:57.38] Weird-ass niggas who dangerous, so don't test 'em\n[01:59.70] They make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\n[02:02.65] Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\n[02:05.45] Southern niggas, independent label, real killers\n[02:07.75] Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now, they're chillin'\n[02:10.55] They had the coke game somethin' crazy\n[02:12.58] Sold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n[02:15.43] Put me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\n[02:17.92] Took a puff, what the fuck? 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The cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew\nStumbled, I wondered if God sent him\n'Cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStarin' at a young disciple\nI almost gave my life to what the dice do\n\nYeah man, throwin' them bones\nHopin' my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\nWhile he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\nThey little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lyin'\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now, the D.A. is being replaced\n\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI wanna crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\nThen, he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin' everybody\"\n\nGet down, get down!\nGet down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nSome niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas who dangerous, so don't test 'em\nThey make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now, they're chillin'\nThey had the coke game somethin' crazy\nSold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n\nPut me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\nTook a puff, what the fuck? 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somethin' to do with all the drama\n 'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\n Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\n He responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n\n Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n Get, get, get, get, get-get-get down!\n Everybody\n Get down, get down, get down, get down!\n Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\n All I really gotta say is that\n If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\n How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\n A shame when you really look at it\n My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\n Somebody got to make a change\n"},{"id":1594802,"name":"Get Down","trackName":"Get Down","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"God's Son","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\nAnd Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\nPrince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\nStreet 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you\nHe responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers\nAll I really gotta say is that\nIf that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\nHow we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\nA shame when you ain't look at it\nMy folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk\nSomebody gotta make a change","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.17] New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n[00:17.75] And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n[00:20.70] Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n[00:22.78] Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving\n[00:25.37] Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's\n[00:28.00] But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n[00:30.71] Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n[00:32.81] Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n[00:35.78] One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n[00:38.24] 40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me\n[00:40.82] \"What you up to, the cops gon' bust you\"\n[00:43.21] I was a 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Pete\nAnd Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\nPrince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\nStreet legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\nPushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\nBut there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\nWorldwide on the thorough side of things\nLivest kings, some died, one guy, one time\nOne day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n\n\"What you up to? The cops gon' bust you\"\nI was a teen drunk off brew\nStumbled I wondered if God sent him\n'Cause two squad cars entered the block\nAnd looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\nI took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\nStarin' at a young disciple\nI almost gave my life to what the dice do\n\nYeah man, throwin' them bones\nHopin' my ace get his case thrown\nHis girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein'\nWhile he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls showin'\nThey little cooch, gangstas don't die, he's living proof\nThe D.A. who tried him was lyin'\nA white dude, killed his mother during the case\nHung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced\n\nPre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\nWalks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\nTriple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\nI wanna crack a smile when I see him\nThrow up a fist for Black Power, 'cause all we want is his freedom\nHe grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin'\nThen he grabbed the judge, screams out, \"Nobody leavin'\nEverybody\"\n\nGet down, get down!\nGet down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nSome niggas fuck their enemies in their ass when they catch 'em\nWeird-ass niggas who dangerous so don't test 'em\nThey make you disappear, this a year that I won't forget\nSold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\nSouthern niggas, independent label, real killers\nKnow the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'\nThey had the coke game somethin' crazy\nSold music out the trunk of their car, that shit amazed me\n\nPut me onto her-on blunts, sherm or somethin'\nTook a puff, what the fuck? I turned to punch them\nSouthern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\nI left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\nNow I'm back around the old school that raised me\nNew York gangsters, we loungin', out in L.A. see\nA dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay\nThe letter say, \"Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play\" (get down)\n\nI rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\nNever saw so many men slaughtered, and I knew the ho\nResponsible, the nigga still alive in a hospital\nMidnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\nSee, my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and thangs\nHe plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\nGave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano\nShe passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n\nShoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\nOpenin' the hotel room door to let her goons in\nBut I moved in a manner on some Jet Li shit\nI let the hammers blow, wet three kids\nSee honey thought I had somethin' to do with all the drama\n'Cause I was with a crew that had her people killed\nCalled up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you\nHe responded, \"Cool,\" but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\nEverybody\nGet down, get down, get down, get down!\nGet, get, get, get, get, get, get down!\n\nAll I really gotta say is that\nIf that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\nHow we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\nA shame when you really look at it\nMy folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk\nSomebody got to make a change","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.35] Get, get, get down\n[00:07.96] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:15.48] New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n[00:18.03] And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n[00:21.23] Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n[00:23.23] Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin'\n[00:26.28] Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the '70s\n[00:28.43] But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n[00:31.00] Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n[00:33.12] Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n[00:36.23] One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n[00:38.59] 40-side of Vernon, I turned while he asked me\n[00:41.47] \"What you up to? 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that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\n start_ms: 220410\n end_ms: 224800\n- text: How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\n start_ms: 224800\n end_ms: 227830\n- text: A shame when you ain't look at it\n start_ms: 227830\n end_ms: 230050\n- text: My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk\n start_ms: 230050\n end_ms: 234410\n- text: Somebody gotta make a change\n start_ms: 234410\nplain: |-\n New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete\n And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration\n Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem\n Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving\n Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's\n But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities\n Worldwide on the thorough side of things\n Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time\n One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat\n 40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me\n \"What you up to, the cops gon' bust you\"\n I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered\n If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block\n And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched\n I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair\n Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do\n Yeah man, throwing them bones\n Hoping my ace get his case thrown\n His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing\n While he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls\n Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof\n The D.A. who tried him was lying\n A white dude, killed his mother during the case\n Hung jury, now the D.A. is being replaced\n Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the soldier\n Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild\n Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle\n I want to crack a smile when I see him\n Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom\n He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezing\n Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody\n Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em\n Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em\n They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget\n Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs\n Southern niggas, independent label, real killers\n Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling\n They had the coke game something crazy\n Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me\n Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or something\n Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them\n Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me\n I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy\n Now I'm back around the old school that raised me\n New York gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see\n A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay\n The letter say, \"Nas I got your back, the fools don't play\"\n I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral\n Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible\n The nigga still alive in a hospital\n Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too\n See my cousin's in the game, thugging and things\n He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano\n Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano\n She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile\n Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed\n Opening the hotel room do', to let her goons in\n But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit\n I let the hammers blow, wet three kids\n See honey thought I had something to do, with all the drama\n Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed\n Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking with you\n He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers\n All I really gotta say is that\n If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?\n How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?\n A shame when you ain't look at it\n My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk\n Somebody gotta make a change\n"}]