[Chorus: Fat Pat]
You gotta get up off yo rump, if you want to make it
You gotta grind, you gotta pump, you gotta make the change
You gotta get up off yo rump, if you want to make it
You gotta grind, you gotta pump, you gotta make some ends
[Verse 1: Fat Pat]
Gotta get up off my rump, I'm in the game, trying, to make it
It's '89 and this sh** just started to jump
Young n***a on the corner all night trying to pump
O.G.'s used to tell me, homie: "Watch your back and keep your pistol strapped tightly on ya."
Because it's cold on these corners and these streets
Player hatin' broke bustas always trying to be
And stayin' on feet, keepin' my pockets tight
And n***as been hatin' way before you lied
Sayin' this, and you know this and that
And who's that fool that try to steal Fat Pat?
Breakin' heads in '97 to squash the chatter
On TV shows kickin' with mad hatter
Straight from the streets where you know it don't stop
1200 MLK Dead End block
Glocks stayin' co*ked, like it's supposed to be
And jealousy and envy made 'em foes to me
Regulatin' 'em boys, while you hatin', contemplatin'
Come on wit it, big baby bun waitin'
Leavin' you stranded on an island like Gilligan
Wishin' for the SS Mental puttin' one up in your temple should be simple
Sharpen my game like a pencil, and use the hard times as a learnin' utensil
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kay K]
I got to get it, get it