Mista Lawnge - Gotta Get Up lyrics

(Dres) Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please? Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these drops or what Yeah, and it goes a little something like.. (Dres) The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this sh** going Dres, the impeccable n***a's on the mic and flowing For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets Black Sheep, bow your heads cause we're about to break beats City lights shining with the ill timing My glare everywhere, don't stare cause my sh**'s blinding I think, I think n***as best not blink Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink With a pa**ion, I want to put a gash in your ego Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry heave it Fake n***as can't achieve it, fake b**hes can't be-weave it From the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder Fatter, got your b**h saying "Baby, what's the matter?" As a matter of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger With a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true My style's old skool like the new school review I gets biz, on and on for days And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens Nah, f** that! Queens, I ain't hushing I'm crushing maf**s with a bumrush from Flushing A member me, getting busy with GMC Back when Rick was fresh and slick the n***a Doug E Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B Backtrack a bit before the baby beat me Got more peoples than any seen in the video clip And we was getting life's desires from a strip Hand-to-handler, and the gambler Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler You too, a maf**ing lyric in a song Helping that philly blunt sh** catch on Popote light the bat, pa** the sh** to AZ Pa** the sh** to Lord, yo, Lord give the sh** to me Yo, Wild pa** the sh** to Skip, Skip roll another The brother light's about to flip It's buckwild Bland with the horrifying team: Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean My n***a Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese Popo ­ peace! Born to KE and all my peoples that be But foremost, the whole f**ing Vargas family We wrote the scripts and the times were fit Original New York, New Jack City type sh** Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this (Chorus: Black Sheep) Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta come krill, yo, my sk**s won't fail Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale (Mr Lawnge) Back in the days of bullsh** when I was a small guy Taking the train home as I roamed but still I Never had a clue of what I was going to do To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too Make the world jump, the girls hump, collect a lump And make your speakers pump 'back on the scene Crispy and clean' Yo, the rap title's redeemed So you can save it for your next dream Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme We got you coming back for more like a crack fiend But now I stick with nothing but my own clique I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my dick It's my prerogative, s**er Now you can tell your father that I'm the motherf**er On the TV, no, you can't see me Cause I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry n***as that be getting on my nerves Trying to find the f**ing beats that we preserve See, I've been digging in the crates for a minute Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it I didn't have the money so, sh**, I wasn't buying it I had to take what I could get and be happy with Not only records but clothes and food and sh** n***as trying to get over on, n***as trying to get over on n***as trying to get over That's why I stay refined, and never think about the other kind Fake n***as trying to get mine I had to hold my head despite what was being said I used to wish that I had some lead That I could buck off, but then I got my luck off Away from Carolina, yo, I had to step the f** off (Chorus)