(feat. Lil' Pete)
[Hook: 8x]


My ^!$$%s (Get 'em up)
My (*##$es (Get 'em up)


[Verse 1: Lil' Pete]

It's Pete baby

You best of recognize
Grab my gold teeth baby
One of the good guys

Say she's a freak baby
Tell me what's up then
U wanna freak

I wanna freak
Then we can freak then
Living this life of sin

Drinking bout everyday
Smoking bout everyday, in that gray Escalade
I hit my ^!$$% Dre'

Dre' what's the word dawg
I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg
Help me burn down dis log

This dro' to much for me
It's getting hard to see
But they can't stop a g'

Living delicately
And I'm going put 'em up [2x]
And I'm going keep 'em up


[Hook: 8x]


My ^!$$%s (Get 'em up)
My (*##$es (Get 'em up)


[Verse 2: S.M.K.]

Sometimes I feel like I'm going die

That's why I keep a tone
Cause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a ^!$$% wrong
Some ^!$$% ackin like he bad

Now he long gone
I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home
Cause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy jone

And a ^!$$% think I'm bull%#@!ting with them masses on
Come on, come on everybody come on
^!$$% we ready

So whatever you wanna get on
Breaking ^!$$%s off the top what I spit on
$#&@ing ^!$$%s up with the %#@! they better get on

Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone
I'ma get to bucking with my mutha$#&@ing tone
Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone

?? with the acapella tone
From Memphis to Atlanta getting bust in domes
Stick with the ^!$$%s in BulletProof it's on

Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock
Another mutha$#&@er test me I think not


[Hook: 8x]

My ^!$$%s (Get 'em up)

My (*##$es (Get 'em up)

[Verse 3:]


See I ride with the chrome
Out of town finna clown

Keep ya phone on wrong
Sideways in the whip
Every time when I dip through the hood it's on

Everything after making the green
I kind of hate when ya hate mine
Irritated when ya waited for the online

Never hard to find
When we all gone shine [2x]
Get ya cheese on
My ^!$$%s gotta hustle for that, juggle for that
But you better stay strapped with the gat

Everytime when the hugger make contact
Real ^!$$%s got push 'em all back
In the mist of dust
Like my guns when we come
This ain't no test execution my son

Nightmares after twelve
They catching hell
Millionaires
So we don't care
Cause all my ^!$$%s posting bail, uh

Sometimes I feel like a nut
Sometimes I don't
Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene
Like no what I mean
^!$$% no what I mean


[Hook: 8x]

My ^!$$%s (Get 'em up)
My (*##$es (Get 'em up)