Lyrics:
And on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip, just when
You think things were looking messy she lives six houses on the leffy her
Name is
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
wasn't smoking out tinfoil
In front of the school I'm inhaling
I had the sour by Tracy's
Chain on my neck and it's danglin'
I will not rest til I've made
right
Time for you to get up
Time for you to be loud
Time for you to raise up
Get up, stand up, raise up
You gotta know who you are
You are meant
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
look away
In the 3D thinking, 2D gets you flattened right away
And I ain't Tracey Chapman, but revolution's on the way
Two wrongs don't make a right
strive
So get live and put your body in overdrive
Let's check the situation from a serious tip
want to hear somethin wack? well, this ain't it
for it
Tryna put some bands in her pants
She shakin that ass, you know that I stand for it
She say that pussy get wet
She ride on my dick, YS a fan for
Off White just look a lil' sandy (Off White)
Yeah, we gon' live it up (Hood Babies)
Yeah, we gon' live it up (1'5)
Yeah, we gon' live it up (YSL)
Yeah,
gon' tell you that it is what it is
Give a fuck bout nothin'
Just wanna live to see them M's
K stand for kill
Nigga, E for everything
Tryna find a way
our kids grow the same way
get up oh stand up stand up
get up and fight
get up oh stand up now
don't just survive and live your life
however hard shit
to live by the [?] on a small street
Jugged my money up and bought a house next to Gucci
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes
Migo
a bad slim thick Jamaican
And luck up and get plugged off by the lil Haitians
And they got sticks that hit just like the navy
So if it's beef you get ate
the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose
But he wants you covering it up, so your dresses is loose
Plus it's the only thing they see when you get
Now I'm stayin' dangerous
Use to have the toolie goin'
You ain't bang for us
Livin' by the gun, nigga
You can die by the gun
End up paralyzed,
Grind House sean Bell, everybody
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, we gotta
Fight for our rights, huh
Get up
Fast Car by Tracey Chapman
Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Quit cryin, stay sharp in the blurred lines
All the citrus in the back gone bad
A Better Son
jefe he got him two p's and a glick
Run up and get hit with a switch
And get hit by a bolder
He was lacking right there on that strip and got hit in
Said I'm a fuckin monster
A massive attack will haunt ya
Mastered the rap then fucked up
The monitors mastered that
After that I went for
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