Swizz Beatz - Get Down lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, it's the Unit! Yeah (showtime) Swizz! OHHH! (M, C) Wooooo! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I run the show! No if's, and's or but's about it Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it Me? I gets down, I get down (down, down) I get down, I get down (down, down) I get down, I get down (down, down) I get down, I get down (down, down) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk sh** Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart b**h (yeah) Drama get to poppin' even when I don't start sh** I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge My homie's dumb out, my homie's dumb out Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out I got a sh**ty attitude cause I come from the bullsh** Got the ammo on me now, n***a front I'mma pull this [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] In the hood, you rat you die In the hood if you rap you die I'm out the hood gettin' fat and high Private jet, it's time to fly Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin' head in Dubai And my wolves come out when the moon comes up Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH! [Chorus] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Baby we'll get lotto from Murciélago I race in my driveway; motherf** the highway n***as talk money just not around me I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese Like it really means nothin', cause it really means nothin' I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin' Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin' I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin' [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" n***a In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin' spades I swim in dime p**y, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't play I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam [Chorus] [Verse 5: 50 Cent] You know if God bless the child with so much swag Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash? Seats less p**y got, all that a** Shakin' it and wiggle, your skinny b**h mad AHH! These n***as ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out a brand new V My black a** fresh up out of Bentley C's Work with me lil' mama, let's get it Wanna take you down to the flo', shorty I'm with it I'm on that sh**, we on that sh** I ain't on that rubber grip, nah n***a don't trip [Chorus] [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!) That flo', flo' (wooo!)