(feat. Busta Rhymes, Lady Luck)

[Pharoahe Monch]

GET THE !#@* UP!
Simon says "GET THE !#@* UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)

Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your !@%$ (yeah)
Yeah $#&@ it I said it rub on ya !@%$

New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act %#@!ty
In the midst of the calm, the witty


[Lady Luck]
Yo SHUT THE !#@* UP!
Luck said "SHUT THE !#@* UP!"

(*##$es in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get @@#!ed, smacked or $#&@ed up

Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay %#@!tin on the game
I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards

Know your crew was ##&*%$l, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill

Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real


[Pharoahe Monch]
WHAT THE !#@*'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up

When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme
%#@!, I spectacular run hit spit (*##$es venacular

Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast ^!$$% that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, !@%$ and knockers on the floor

OWWW! Fellas pull ya @@#! out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers

Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a ^!$$% like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave

Now, drag his $$#, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a !@$@-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac

Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame

Pharoahe $#&@in Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

[Redman]

Yo yo get the $#&@ up
Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the $#&@ up"
I got a (*##$ named Nina and I tuck her

I leave a ^!$$% hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up

I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over

I bend ya #~!!@ like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me

I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts

Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] $#&@ the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods

Yea-yeah my ^!$$%, one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE !#@* UP!


[Pharoahe Monch]
Simon Says "GET THE !#@* UP!"

Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)

[Redman]
Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya !@%$

(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya !@%$
Brick City gritty committee
Pity the fool that act %#@!ty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Method Man]

Yo yo get the $#&@ up
Yo yeah I said it, get the $#&@ up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?

We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun

Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber

This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven guilty

Never got caught in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!
Underground till we under ground
But y'all first MOTHA!#@*ERS!

[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

My thugs, throw up ya set
And shorties rub on ya breasts
GET THE !#@* UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest

You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link

Straight to C!@#^ I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the $#&@ up!"
Punk ^!$$%s get gun-butt up and tied up

[Busta Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin

Lay it over, another ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the !@%!e and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my space
$#&@ a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a $#&@in fat face
^!$$%, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
(*##$es, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all ^!$$%s is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my ^!$$% Pharoahe Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live ^!$$% %#@! that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live ^!$$%s of America
Let us control and own the $#&@in area
Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck up
And if you know what's good for you ^!$$% you better GET THE !#@* UP!!!
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