[Intro:] Get em up, get em up, get em up, get em up- [x2] Get em up, get em up- [Verse 1:] Get em up, put em up cause we back I'm back in my city so
way you throwin' that thing at me, I can take it (Yeah, its bad boy baby, check this out They call me Diddy) Uh, dance for nothin' mami, plans for take a get
why i let you know i got a big deal with you gotta let you know i just wanna make you feel real comfortable hop to the spot got a lot to get till you
at this and I'm best at that But I don't hear my name, no name brought up in rap And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that But when they
we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze
, I will reign (21) I will change and, transform into 'Pac like Lil Zane (22) This is lyrical nation - this is +Rap City+ (23) while you fiends get out-rapped by Tigga in "Da Bassment" (24) This
And they ain't sayin no names so I gotta say it myself I'm finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull
T, I'll close range ya with the mac And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back Middle Finga, this ain't a act This uncut coke Don't ever play us
K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back Middle Finga, this aint a act This uncut coke Dont ever play us for a joke You'll get ya bi*ch-ass smoked We
your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass dat weed, l gotta light one All them niggas l gotta fight one, all them hoes l gotta like one
the ruby red lipstick That's the one I gotta get with Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me
that muthafuckin' ratchet man These niggas talkin' all that beef shit Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner I'ma lay this nigga, fuck this
I do my shit I still gotta hustle, I still gotta have bricks, but you know Let's feed the kids, man, yeah, let's feed the kids, man Let's do this shit
to get bucked Oakland city got the party hoes to get bucked K-Town got the party hoes to get bucked The Westside got the party hoes to get bucked Detroit
damn right I know they mad, 'cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the
ya city Start killin every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme And ain't feelin' this vibe To many niggas goose neckin' my ride But okay my A.K fully
This ones for the family [Incomprehensible] For the dynasty, a million [Incomprehensible] Check it out, yo Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride
'em bury me a G on everything I love And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free This picture's clear but we can't see This game is jealousy,
