Git Up - D12

Git Up LRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Carlisle, King, Mathers, Moore ...

[00:10.404]Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

[00:12.910]Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club

[00:15.846]Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s

[00:17.658]How the fvxk we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?

[00:20.970]Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us

[00:23.844]Some sx1t pops off we squeeze each one, they're gonna think it's machine guns

[00:26.901]Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels

[00:29.841]Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles, so

[00:32.839]Ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas

[00:35.401]Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded

[00:37.589]Managers, bouncers, and the club owners, the motherfvxkers don't want us

[00:41.92]To come up, bum rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of

[00:44.712]Motherfvxkers from Runyon, steady poppin' them onions

[00:46.28]Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up

[00:49.340]Fixin' to get into some sx1t, just itchin' to choke someone up

[00:52.212]You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum up

[00:55.528]So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up

[00:57.592]See you talk that ho sx1t now, when you down you won't get up

[01:00.840]And can't sit up, you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up

[01:03.592]They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up

[01:06.653]Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic

[01:08.840]Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it

[01:12.216]You never know when I'm packin', so you just don't want no static

[01:14.964]And open up a whole can of whoop ass, you don't wanna chance to

[01:17.840]Risk it, no biscuit, milli mac or mac milli

[01:20.153]Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie, you don't know me really

[01:23.93]You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dilly

[01:25.904]Fvxk it, let's just get busy, D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!

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[Chorus: Eminem]

[01:29.280]Git up now!

[01:29.840]Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'

[01:31.340]B1xch, D12 is back in this b1xch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'

[01:34.154]We're gonna get it crackalatin'

[01:35.403]What you waitin' for? The wait is over

[01:37.154]Say no more, quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'

[01:39.465]Git up now!

[01:40.527]You're still sittin'? What the fvxk, are you deaf?

[01:42.839]You motherfvxkers don't listen I said,

[01:44.594]We 'bout to get this motherfvxker crackalatin'

[01:46.729]Quit procrastinatin'

[01:47.227]What the fvxk you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', b1xch, git up, now

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[Verse2: Swift]

[01:51.163]I keep a sx1tload of bullets, I pitpull it to pull it out

[01:53.977]And automatically explode on motherfvxkers until they mouth be closed, permanently

[01:56.349]You get burned to line quickly, you cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me

[02:00.603]Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run

[02:04.849]When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood,

[02:07.604]N1gga, what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone

[02:10.477]I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole

[02:13.103]Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices, ho

[02:15.726]When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,

[02:18.790]When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told

[02:20.788]When I'm sober, I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, n1gga

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[Verse 3: Kuniva]

[02:24.604]Now, it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'

[02:26.414]And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'

[02:29.354]'Cause n1ggas don't know the difference, you b1xches just stick to fiction

[02:32.918]It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, rifflin' it

[02:35.726]Grippin' the pump, and who want to fvxk with a walkin' psychopathic pyromaniac

[02:38.104]Shady cats with eighty gats

[02:40.788]And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst

[02:44.230]And since you jumpin' in front of everybody, you gon' get it first

[02:49.290]I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile

[02:50.666]So run and record your verses now, while you got a mouth

[02:53.40]And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle

[02:54.790]Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal

[02:57.104]And a Glock that you will stop you from walkin'

[02:59.540]Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans

[03:01.794]A Indian giver, and n1gga, we back in your life and back in your wife

[03:06.229]Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight

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[Chorus: Eminem]