Git Up (Explicit)

Git Up(Complete version originally performed by D-12) (Explicit) - Various Artists (歐美羣星)

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 don't even see us

Some sh*t 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 don't 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 sh*t

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 throw sh*t up

See you talk that hoe sh*t now

When you down you won't get up

And can't sit up your so slit up,

The ambulance won't 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 don't matter

If I have or don't have it

You never know when i'm packin'

So you just don't want no static

And open up a whole can of whoop a**

You don't wanna chance to

Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli

Really don't even be silly,

Homie you don't 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!

Git Up Now!

Lets get it crackin, yea, Its on and poppin

Its D12 is back up in this b**ch, uh,

There ain't 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 don't 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

I keep a sh*t 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,

Ni**a 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,

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 b**ches 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, ni**a,

We back in you life and back in your wife,

Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

Git Up Now!

Lets get it crackin, yea, Its on and poppin

Its D12 is back up in this b**ch, uh, there ain't 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 don't 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

Hehehe,

Yeah,

D12,

We back!

Haha,

Runyan Ave. soldiers,

Amityville,

Who the f**k want it with us?

Nobody

Hahahaha