Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Down for Mine, artist - Real Live. Date of issue: 17.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Down for Mine |
| Yeah son |
| There’s mad kids up here gettin CREAM for the 9−6 |
| (True) Yeah and I been doin this shit for a long time |
| Y’know? |
| Shootin game bombs the mind |
| (Aight) And this is a year when mad caps get peeled |
| So I’ma spark this line, kick the real |
| (Bang em out!) |
| With all this chaos in the realms of the street |
| Ya local street thug gots ta make ends meet (True) |
| The average Joe is far too slow for this ghetto pro |
| You better know when I hit the streets I like to glow |
| I like to glisten and at the same time stay low |
| listen, motherfuck the fame, I’m persuin the dope |
| My steelo is abolic to a kilo |
| Cash is poppin, coke is cokin, fiends is coppin |
| Ain’t that some shit, a player that’s use to livin rich |
| is now a stick-up kid caught up in the ditch |
| In '94, Giuliani kicked down the door |
| In '95, niggas flipped to stay alive |
| Peelin caps while I laugh in the stash, four and a half |
| Remy and a glass, sparked the boom then I blast |
| They wanna confine me, sneak up from behind me Bust a cap in my back and put me where they can’t find me They hate to see a young player pay (Naw, they don’t wanna see that Sean) |
| They’d rather see him spray |
| But I’m like Vinny, a terminator, squeeze and let off |
| Usin verbs and nouns like rounds to blow ya head off |
| Hit nuff spots, heat nuff Glocks |
| If that’s what it stops like Columbian blow crops |
| I’m out get the CREAM and ain’t no doubt in my mind |
| Fuck this roach shit, I’m hit, I get down for mine |
| I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs |
| If we gettin money put ya hands in the air |
| I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs |
| On the regular, shakin victims with no fear |
| I hear you wanna be a player, alright son place your bets |
| Let’s play a game of real nigga roulette |
| Witness a DOA as I spray the melee |
| Content and punctuation is compared to AK |
| You want a daily overdose from pure funk |
| I’m buckin off like Tommy 'gain but calm as a Buddhist monk |
| Decapitatin rappers in my trunk (what?) |
| I’m sick, puffin skunk, bouncin wit my click, poppin mega junk |
| I’m gettin dank white clouds be zig-zaggin |
| What’s this talk about flippin ki’s, c’mon you’re nickel-baggin! |
| I’m blastin off wigs, ??? |
| doubters believe it you see |
| I was packin heaters when jokers was bangin cheerleaders |
| Ain’t nothin changed, it’s still the same in the rap game |
| I’m known for bangin rookies out the frame |
| Y’all done forgot who was the pimp from the start |
| Sippin vintage wine eatin a’la carte |
| I’m phenomenal from the abdominal |
| Far from comical, lyrics is stickin the brains like barnicle |
| Never sleep, I’m bringin the drama to the streets with techniques |
| and rollin in fleet |
| Ain’t nothin sweet about the streets so I’m poetically ill |
| I’m pure like coka and lyrics shine like Fiscelle |
| I got to bring it at’cha throat and you ain’t showin no signs |
| K-Def let em know I get down for mine |
| I get down for mine (x4) |
| I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs |
| On the regular, shakin victims with no fears |