Get Down

I've been searching so long
You know it
(Al Geno on the track)
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Swear I done searched for your love
In ever single place but the projects
For anything, I'm quick to tell you, "You got it"
And I've been searching for a thug
The one that don't give a fuck 'bout nobody
From day to night, he think 'bout stepping and sliding

Old rusty cutter make 'em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit now, ayy
I was just as lit because I'm rich now, ayy
'Cause they know every chance I get
That's for a fact
All these niggas know how we rocking
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I'm gripping my shotty
He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue flagging your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us

Oh, I've been searching for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I'ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I'm plotting on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That's on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won't do no talking on the mob phone
This 'bout that block my nigga died on

They think they solid g, but only one gon' shoot
And no, it ain't no leaving off y'all screen until someone on the news
I caught him rolling dice right by the creek, so we had ran down like vroom
3 in the morning, sipping lean plus I've been drugging since noon
Run down the street, chasing my dreams I'm like "What else I'ma do?"
Just got a MAC, so gave the glizzy with the beam to my goon
Two Adderalls, a Perc, a bean, I'm 'bout to go to the moon
Put a brand new scope on the AR, when I run down I'ma zoom 'em
Nowadays these phones be tapped so we gon' talk at the best and
He 'bout his business, while you go, I give the guap to your best friend
Time for trophies, we give the killas is the new Smith & Wesson
One thing for sure, don't be my niggas, they don't got my best interest
They come through spinning with nine mills
We hit they block, they find the exit
I'ma do this one hit for my dawg who up in heaven, steady resting
Cold case getting realer
We seeing bloody, so affected
Old rusty cutter used to be owned by this nigga over a cold nigga

Old rusty cutter make 'em get down, ayy
Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
She wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit now, ayy
I was just as lit because I'm rich now, ayy
'Cause they know every chance I get
That's for a fact
All these niggas know how we rocking
All through the cold nights, by the pole, I'm gripping my shotty
He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue flagging your coffin?
Every time we slapped them niggas hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us

Oh, I've been searching for someone like my own
Hop on the plane and I'ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I'm plotting on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand on the block my dawg died on
That's on the porch his momma cried on
All through the night you know we slide on 'em
Won't do no talking on the mob phone
This 'bout that block my nigga died on