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D12 : Git Up lyrics

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D12 lyrics : "Git Up"

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 $#&@ we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some %#@! 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

Bannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the mother$#&@ers dont

want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch
of

Mother$#&@ers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some %#@! just itchin to choke someone up

You know we finna loc'n when we mixin [email protected]%!e with [email protected]%!e and nut rum
up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people blow %#@! up

See you talk that hoe %#@! now when you down you wont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont 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 dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no
static

And open up a whole can of whoop $$# you dont wanna chance to
Dont risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really

You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
$#&@ it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!


[Eminem - Chorus]
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin

Its D12 is back up in this (*##$, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the wait is over

Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the $#&@ is you deaf

You mother$#&@ers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this mother$#&@er crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'

What the $#&@ you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin

[Swift]

I keep a %#@! load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out
And automatically explode on mother$#&@ers until they mouth be
closed permanently

You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me ^!$$%z 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' equal blood,
^!$$% what, 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, ^!$$%


[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing

Cause ^!$$%s don't know the difference, you (*##$es just stick
to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin'

it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna $#&@ with a walking psychopathic


Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it
first
I dispurse 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 you stop you from waking,

Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
A Indian ^!$$%, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

[Chorus]


[Bizarre talking]
hahaha yeah
D12 we back
(git up now)

hahahaha
Runyan Ave Soldiers
Amityville
Who the $#&@ want it with us
Nobody

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