Dead End Alliance - Get Up Off Yo Rump lyrics

[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