I Get Down

[Nems] I feel good all over Nems the giant general, you still a small soldier Your Mom Dukes is a shitkickin ogre This style is hard liquor, you a kid sippin soda I thought I told ya, I handle my B.I I'm from C.I. so you know ("I get down") Nemstar don't tangle, the gemstar will bang you ("No matter how strange it seems") Listen I run spots, that bulge is that pump pop I ain't stupid; when I hear gunshots ("I get down") Then I get up, let off, never let up Y'all niggas is pussy, really got me fed up Got a headache? I'll knock it the fuck out Put a knife behind your eyesocket, pop it the fuck out Put the ratchet right in your son's mouth And I keep squeezin on the trigger 'til the bullets run out I might dumb out, and leave you wet In a club doin my two-step ("I get down") Bitches love it, show niggas how to thug it Smack the shit out you in public - Nems gutter Fans are veteran - I got the ether First year letterman - follow your leader Oh you like Hoffa, off of the Teamsters Fuck your life, hasta la vista~! I thought these herbs heard me; listen up I'm from Dirt Jersey and this how ("I get down") Vain God's a menace, once you start you finished ("No matter how strange it seems") Listen I'm raisin hell, I'll melt you, a New Jersey Devil Ask around they'll tell you ("I get down") Dead all the hype, the rebels unite E-O-Dub, F-Y-L, it's the end of yo' life I'm a dickhead, I talk ridiculousness I'm an asshole I know I'm gettin you pissed You asinine if you think you the shit Cause I can get you wiped out, with a flick of my wrist One finger to lift, all I do is point 'em out But if I gotta get my hands dirty ("I get down") I don't raise my voice, FUCK what all the noise about No apologies, coppin pleas, I don't talk it out The talk of the town, everyone's discussin If you can't back it up, why the fuck you frontin? I'm down for anything always up to somethin Leave you down for the count when I'm uppercuttin I, thought I told you I'm makin it happen Comin straight from Manhattan so you know ("I get down") I'mma take yo' queen, I'mma make her scream See my face in dreams ("no matter how strange it seems") Listen, everyone know I get gung-ho Soon as I hear the drumroll ("I get down") But I get up, with shit if you down for the cause I don't need a pat on the back, or round of applause In a circle of squares you surrounded by frauds Bunch of fake muh'fuckers run they mouth to the law Can't hear y'all out; tryin to AIR y'all out Cause it's all downhill from here on out I need a, bottle of Stella a shot of tequila In the club doin the Hava Negila ("I get down") In a, squadron of killers you probably the squealer In the concrete jungle Solomon's a gorilla