Tytuł: Git up

• Wykonawca: D12
• Wyświetleń: 234

  
   10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
  Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
  11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
  How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
  Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
  Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
  Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
  Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
  Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
  Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
  Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
  To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
  Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
  Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
  Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
  You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
  Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
  See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
  And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
  They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
  Heater no heater, automatic no matic
  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
  And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
  Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
  Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
  You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
  Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
  
  [Eminem - Chorus]
  Git Up Now!
  Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
  Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
  We're gonna get it crackalatin
  What you waitin for the waiters orders
  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
  Git Up Now!
  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
  Quit, procrastinatin'
  What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
  
  [Swift]
  I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
  And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
  You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
  Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
  When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
  Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
  I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
  Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
  When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
  When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
  At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.
  
  [Kuniva]
  Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
  In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
  Cause *****s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
  It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
  Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
  Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
  And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
  And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
  I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
  So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
  And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
  Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
  And a glock that you stop you from waking,
  Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
  A Indian N****, we back in you life and back in your wife,
  Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
  
  [Chorus]