Chords for Nas - Get Down [ God's Son ]

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[Fm] Oh, [Ab] _ _ [Bb] [Fm] oh, _ oh. _ _
New York streets were killers of war like Pissed New Pete and Pappy Mason
Gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends The drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70s But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of things Live as kings, [Ab] some [Bb] died
One guy, [Fm] one time, one day, grasp [Bb] As I'm about [Fm] to blast heat, 40 side of Vernon
I turn, well, he asks me What you up to?
[Bb] The cops gone [Fm] bust you I was a teen, drunk off brew
Stumbled, I wondered if God sent him Cause two squad called into the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinched when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror Brushed my hair, staring out a young disciple
I almost gave my life to what the dice do Yeah, man, [Bb] throwing them bones
[Fm] Hoping my ace get his case thrown This girl ain't wait for him
She in the world straight hoeing While he [Ab] looking at sinner [Bb] foes
Some [Fm] pretty girls showing they little cooch Gangsters don't die, he's living proof
[Ab] This DA who [Bb] tried him was [Fm] lying The white dude killed his mother during the case
Hung Jerry, now this DA is being replaced Pre-trial hearing is over, it's [Bb] real for the [Fm] soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple homicide, I sit in the back aisle I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power Cause all we want is his freedom
He grab a court officer's gun and [Bb] started squeezing
[Fm] Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving, everybody
Get down, get down, _ get down Get, _ get, get, [Cm] get, _ get down
[Fm] Get down, get down, get down Get, _ [Cm] get, get, get, get down
[Fm] Some niggas fuck their enemies In they ass when they catch them
Weird ass niggas so dangerous, so don't test em
They make him disappear, this a [Bb] year, that I won't [Fm] forget
Soul CDs, double platinum, Metmarks X Southern niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business ran Tennessee [Bb] for years, now [Fm] they chillin'
They had the [Ab] coke games, something [Bb] crazy
[Abm] Soul music out the trunk of they car, that shit [G] amaze me
Put me on the Heron Blunts, churned my something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga, try to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school and raised me
New York gangsters, we loungin' out [Fm] in LA, see
A dude wrote my dog from [Cm] Pelican Bay
The letter say, Nas, I got your back, the fools don't play
[Fm] I rode with some crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the whole responsible
The nigga still alive in the hospital
Midnight, they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousins in the gang [Bb] thuggin' and [Fm] things
He plugged me with a dame [Ab] who was half [Bb] Mexicano
[Fm] Gave the ass up, I'm a Mac Daddy [Bb] soprano
She [Fm] passed me the indigo, but the [Bb] imbecile
Should've [Fm] never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Open in the hotel room door, the little goon's in
But I moved in the manor, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, went three kids
See, honey thought I had something to do
With all the drama, cause I was with a crew
That had a people kill, called up my cousin
Told him I ain't fuckin' with you
He responded cool, but told me y'all hear this, I'm motherfuckin'
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get, get, get, get, _ get down Everybody
Get down, get down, get down, get down
_ _ _ Get, get, get, get, get
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All [Db] I really gotta say is [Fm] that
That's how people gonna get [D] down
How we ever [Db] gonna get up?
[Fm]
How we ever gonna get up?
Cause that's how we get [D] down
[Db] Shame when [Fm] you look at it
My fault against y'all's fault
[D] But we all [Db] can't fault
[Fm] Somebody gotta make a change
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