Kuniva - Git Up lyrics

[Eminem a.k.a. Slim Shady] 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, two nina's, a piece, they don't even see us Some sh** pops off we squeeze each one, they're gonna think it's machine guns Vandals no vandals bandanna's with no flannel Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles So ban us, go ban us banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers, and the club owners, the motherf**ers don't want us To come up on 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 mix coke with coconut rum up Yeah, yeah, ho, what up, see my people posted up See you talk that ho sh** now, when you're down you won't get up And can't sit up you're 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 what I'm packing 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, milli mac or mac milli Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wondering what the dilly f** it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy! [Hook - Eminem] Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and popping b**h, D12 is back in this b**h, ugh! There ain't no stopping We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over Say no more quit trying to play the wall and quit hating Git up now! Yall are still sitting? What the f** is you deaf You motherf**ers don't listen I said We bout to get this motherf**er crackalating, quit, procrastinating What the f** you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hating, b**h Git up now! [Swift a.k.a. Swifty McVay] I keep a sh** load of bullets, a pitbull it to pull it out And automatically explode on motherf**ers until they mouth get closed Permanently, you get burned to line quickly You can not hit me n***as, too terrified to come get me Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood n***a what? Stepping without a weapon, you leave, you gone I be still rolling with stolen toasters while on parole Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices ho When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll ever told When I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, n***a [Kuniva a.k.a. Rondelle Beene] Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstanding In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers and 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, riffing it Gripping the pump, and who want to f** with a walking psychopathic Pyromaniac, Shady cats with 80 gats And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst And since you jumping 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, it's some kind of riddle Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal And a Glock that you will stop you from walking Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans A Indian giver, and n***a, we back in your life and back in your wife Hit you in your back with a knife and get it cracking tonight [Hook] [Outro: Bizarre aka Peter S. Bizarre] Hahaha, Yeah, D12, we baaack Haha, (Get up now!) Hahahaha Runyan Ave soldiers, Amityville Who the f** want it with us? Hu-HAW! Nobody