[Verse 1: Fabolous]
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Ay yo, it's get down or lay down
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My shit sound like trey pound
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Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns
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Get a bitch? I got a bitch
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She get round, she stay round
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Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground
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I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before
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Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw
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On the road to riches, these broads get detoured
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They just firecrackers, we more like C4's
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Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up
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Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?
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Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime
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Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline
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I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit
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Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith
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Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care
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They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare
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Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset
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I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet
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Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas
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Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga
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[Hook: Fabolous]
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Get down now
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If you gon do it, baby, then do it now
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Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on
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Your chance'll be gone
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So get down now
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Get down now
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Get down now
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Get down now
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills
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Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels
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Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills
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Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels
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I'm so ill, too slick
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With boys I get horse
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She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed
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I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss
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She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross
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I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down
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Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown
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Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen
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You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean
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I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops
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Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes
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Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles
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Front if you want, my four-five in my camo
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Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up
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Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up
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Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck
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We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and..
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[Hook]
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Get Down Or Lay Down
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| Fabolous |
