D12 - Git Up Lyrics
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16'sHow the ***** we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeansNina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see usSome shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine gunsVanos vo vano, bananas in our flannelsHands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candlesVannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannasWho come back all bananas, banna clips loadedManagers, bouncers and the club owners, the mother*****ers dont want usTo come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch ofMother*****ers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club upFixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone upYou know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum upYeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit upSee you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get upAnd can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you upThey just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe upHeater no heater, automatic no maticMac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have itYou never know what im packin' so you just dont want no staticAnd open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance toRisk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milliReally homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me reallyYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy***** 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 poppinIts D12 is back up in this *****, uh, there aint no stoppinWe're gonna get it crackalatinWhat you waitin for the wait is overSay no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatinGit Up Now!Notice you're sittin, what the ***** is you deafYou mother*****ers dont listen, I said,We bout to get this mother*****er crackalatin'Quit, procrastinatin'What the ***** 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 mother*****ers until they mouth be closed permanentlyYou 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 misunderstandingIn furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suingCause *****s don't know the difference, you *****es just stick to fictionIt's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,Grippin' the pump and who wanna ***** with a walking psychopathicPyromaniac shady cats with 80 gatsAnd maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst aAnd since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it firstI dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatileSo 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 ? stop you from waking,Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,A ? *****, we back in you life and back in your wife,Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.[Chorus]
