(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
(Get down)
(Wessyde)



I'm posted up in a Cutlass, hoo-bangin in a bucket

Hennessy got a ^!$$% mind shifted, so $#&@ it
Told you mutha$#&@as we was back droppin amity
Riders on deck, Chuck T's my calamity

Servin any ^!$$%s tryin to dip on them whips
100 spokes gold thangs so I bangs with the clip
Out of the cut like a I slides like a Klingon

hit the switch and leave that $$# froze like freon
It's them mad-ass Cartel gangsters
Throwin bolos so $#&@ what Bo knows cause I'ma bank ya

Put your $$# on some crutches
Stackin ends like the Dutches
Counterreact for the attack like Marcus Allen rushes

It's that Westside rider Rhime Son, like that
In a 'burban still swervin sippin on a cognac
With my tag team, Prode'je, ^!$$%, you couldn't $#&@ with the realest

We get in that $$# like Bruce Willis
(*##$


(Funk you right on up
we gonna funk you right on up)
Westside

(Funk you right on up
we gonna funk you right on up)
Eastside rider

(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Yeah
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

^!$$%
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Peep game

(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Well, sit your punk-ass down
(..down)

Eastside rider



Predatory like the Terminator, mo' game than Sega
How many mutha$#&@as wanna step to this omega
Supreme, the .44 @@#!ed for the cream

I fiend for the green so the gee's on the scene
My diamond's in the back but your diamond's in my pocket
I knock your jaws loose flyin things like a rocket

You couldn't stop it cause 6-4's, yeah, we drops it
Comin for your ( ? ) slingin mutha$#&@in toxic
^!$$%s never loc unless you worry S.C.

Cause many mutha$#&@as I can bury O.G.
But when you close your eyes it's the gees comin atcha
Khakis, Chuck T's, Beefy-Tee's, I'ma gatcha

Steady dippin, things whippin, am I crippin
^!$$%s hate a player so the playa-hatas trippin
When the Rhime Son ridin shotgun ^!$$%s see the blues

And we don't give a $#&@ about yo crews

(Funk you right on up

we gonna funk you right on up)
Eastside rider
(Funk you right on up

we gonna funk you right on up)
Wessyde
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

Haha
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Geah

(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
1996
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

Sit yo $$# down
(...down)
Cartel riders



I'm dippin back to the hood ragged up too deep
Extended clips, hollow tips, Murder Squad don't sleep
I'm terrorizin a terroist, $#&@ Hussein and his posse
Expanded flows, hot .44's, khaki saggin, $#&@ a !#@$
I'm mobbin block to block, chronic got a ^!$$% on twist

I gets deeper than the death, so mutha$#&@ the _Abyss_
It's the S.C. O.G. (Who I be?) H-a-v
96 in your %#@!, Rhime Son and Prode'je

Cause we be swingin 17, makin mutha$#&@as over

Comin through your hoods like a mutha$#&@in soldier
Gangsta rap is over, mutha$#&@as, how you figure?
Cause bein anti-gee is like bein anti-^!$$%
They try to put to bed but the gee is never sleepin
I'm down with TLC cause the ^!$$% sho' creepin

The chronic flows, as it grows you'se a witness
So sit the $#&@ down and let the gees handle business

(Funk you right on up
we gonna funk you right on up)
Westside

(Funk you right on up
we gonna funk you right on up)
Eastside rider
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Yeah
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
^!$$%

(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Busters
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Sit your punk-ass down
(..down)
^!$$% right
Westside and Eastside on a mission, ^!$$%


199-c-c, mutha$#&@as
South Central Cartel beatin yo $$# since '91
And it don't stop
Never that, never that, ^!$$%
199... to infinity
Prode'je and Rhime Son, fool