D-12 - Git Up lyrics

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** 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** pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherf**ers don't want us To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of Motherf**ers from Runyan, steady popping them onions, Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up Fixing to get into some sh** just itching to choke someone up You know we finna loc'n when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw sh** up See you talk that hoe sh** now when you down you don'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 Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't have it You never know what 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 homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy f** it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy! Git Up Now! Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping Its D12 is back up in this b**h, uh, there ain't no stopping We're gonna get it crackalatin What you waiting for the waiters orders Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating Git Up Now! Notice you're sitting, what the f** is you deaf You motherf**ers don't listen, I said, We bout to get this motherf**er crackalatin' Quit, procrastinating What the f** you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating I keep a sh** load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out And automatically explode on motherf**ers until they mouth be closed permanently You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me n***as 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, n***a. Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing Cause n***as don't know the difference, you b**hes just stick to fiction It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it, Grippin' the pump and who wanna f** with a walking psychopathic Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats And maybe that's 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 vigor and versatile So 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 ? n***a, we back in you life and back in your wife, Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.