Git Up

Git Up 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 f**k 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 Vandles vo vandles, bananas in our flannels Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles So ban us, bo ban us, banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherf**kers dont want us To come up bum rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of Motherf**kers 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 fin to loc when we mix coke with coconut rum up Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people posted up See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you wont 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 Mag or no mag it dont matter if I have or dont have it You never know when im packin' so you just dont want no static And open up a whole can of whoop a*s you dont wanna chance to Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli Really dont even be silly, homie you dont know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy f**k it lets just get busy D Twizzy's back in the hizzy! [Eminem - Chorus] Git Up Now! Lets get it crackin, yea, 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 wait is over Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin Git Up Now! Y'all are just sittin, what the f**k is you deaf You motherf**kers dont listen, I said, We bout to get this motherf**ker crackalatin' Quit, procrastinatin' What the f**k 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 motherf**kers until they mouth be closed permanently You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me niggas 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' equal blood, nigga what, stepin' without a weapon, we'll leave you gone, I'm still rollin' 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 wickedest scroll ever told, When I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga [Kuniva] Now what you proven it's about to be a misunderstanding In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing Cause niggas 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 f**k 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 disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile So run and record you verses now while you got a mouth, And it's not a joke, or some kind of riddle, Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party for my acquittal, And a glock or two will stop you from waking, Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans, A Indian giver, and, nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife, Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight. [Chorus]