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Down Down Down (Lollipop) · Get Down or Lay Down (Philly's Most Wanted) · Down Down (Status Quo) · Breaking Down the Barriers That Break Down Your Music (Billy + The Lost Boys) · Down South Compilation: Down in Tha Dirty - Sliced and Slowed (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Down Down The Deep River (Okkervil River) · Get Down or Lay Down [Clean] (Philly's Most Wanted) · Get Down or Lay Down [US Explicit] (Philly's Most Wanted) · Down South Compilation: Down in Tha Dirty (Official Family) · Down for the Get Down (Youngstown) – and 90 other albums »


Eastside
So please roll up my weed high

My momma always told me aim for the sky
So I came out aim in bangin' at guys
It was mainly slangin' kane by
weed high

(jim jones)

my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends
Mutumbo
Handled by Hannibal
Suitable to be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble
(Ay yo should I slow down?)
Nah kid go faster
Just cause they got a badge, they could
didn't take me in
She let me go with a warning

I was stopped, I was stopped
I was stopped by a lady cop, I turned the wrong way
I couldn't touch my nose
the evidence
For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol?
And ask “why you’re here?” I just tell 'em cause it is what it is
I live here
you kiss me
Then you diss me and we strenuously fight continuously

Again you frisk me, for numbers trying to bust me
It must be only just because
me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is
We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down
and report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas
these jocks. 
He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you," 
throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. 
Then he goes over
these bags from Antilla
He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key?
Laid it down properly, this cat at Stern's watching me
Moved on me
because foes want to stick me up
But keep my movement swift because Po's want to frisk me up
Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions
And in 10
so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my
followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there
off the whiskey, the gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky
Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty
I will go, into my
[Chorus]

Sayin' "follow my lead, follow, follow my lead."
Cig in my mouth, prescription bottle by me.
And even when I think you might be making
comeback, but didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns,
me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is
We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down
and report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas
it.
It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it.
But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me, and diss me,
'Cause