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 fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our
jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit 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
Vannas
vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers,
bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and
rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan,
steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole
club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You
know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh,
what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you
down you dont 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 ass you dont wanna chance to
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
Fuck 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 bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What
you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and
quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You
motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit,
procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
[Swift]
I
keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
And automatically
explode on motherfuckers 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' leak your blood,
Inglewood, 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 bitches just
stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin'
it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck 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 ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll
even shoot native americans,
A ? *****, we back in you life and back in your
wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
[Chorus]
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