Get Down
Juelz Santana m/ Cam'Ron Lyrics

Remember I'm a man of respect (remember)
I have built a reputation of being a respectful person

Remember Santana was next
I, Juelz Santana, was the next big thing

Now its not techs, its checks and fancy collects
Now I’m making money through legal means like getting cheques and collecting high-end items

I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes
I want to possess a lot of expensive jewelry

Pose for the camera man me and Santana man
Let’s show off our riches in front of the camera, Santana.

Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn
Santana is a really cool person – my grandma would be impressed

So I don't write for the stardom
I don't create music for fame

I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I create music while under the influence of drugs and write about my problems

I've been through it headed right for the bottom
I’ve faced a lot of struggles which almost led me to rock bottom

D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
If I wasn’t a rapper, I would have been a sniper in Harlem – it’s not a big deal

That's why I throw some doe to my cody from Kosovo
That’s why I give money to my friend from Kosovo

Help me get on overflow (shhh) no one suppose to know
Help me get rich secretly

But she lay me up like the prime minister
My friend from Kosovo takes care of me like a wealthy person

Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
I have a lot of drugs that smell like vinegar

That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her
That lingered for a while, but I will help bring her to the top with me

But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
I would only buy drugs in small quantities with my fingers

Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
My money went missing and I almost took revenge by harming someone else

Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer
I thought about hurting myself because of my problems, but the people around me realized I’m not mentally okay

Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
I don’t care about rapping, movies or reviews – I’ll just do my own thing

This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
I will use my gun if needed to protect myself or others (I'm dangerous)

Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
I have a lot of money (cake) and I’m going to spend it

Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Remember Jim, we are moving out of the 58 projects

Now chefs will fry us steaks (that's true) it's a higher stake
Now we are rich and can afford to have chefs cook us steak – we have a lot to lose

Swiss accounts I'm goin' show you how to wire cake
I’m going to show you how to transfer money to Swiss bank accounts

And we from BBQ, now you a CEO, direct a video
We are from the BBQ (neighborhood) and now you’re a CEO directing a music video

Your own album here we go
You have your own album now, let’s do this

That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me
You’re my friend, you always come through when I call you

We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
We used to share cheap chicken sandwiches

But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
But now you have a lot of money, you can afford drugs and cigars

I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
I hope the chicken sandwich will be enough to sustain us through the night

We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
We didn’t care, we stayed up all night (we partied)

Insomniacs our life styles compatible
We are both insomniacs and our lifestyles are similar

Magical pops gone, shit tragical
Our dad passed away and it’s really sad

Mom's on mission, my house is where the attics chill
Our mom is always busy – my house is where we hang out

I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical
I’m like a teacher, I need a long break (sabbatical) from rapping

Its not irrational, I grew up radical
It’s not strange, I grew up in extreme circumstances

And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks
You all are scared and surprised, I hired all the dangerous people

Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks
I don’t like R&B singers – Zeek sings my songs instead

Tito and Brick yes yes come again
Tito and Brick are my friends – they will be back

They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (what else)
They came to see me regardless of the weather when I was sick