it up, get it up, won't let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass up, show me
in the sky Among the clouds in the Heaven Let this groove, light up your fuse It's alright, alright Let this groove, set in your shoes Stand up, alright
fly ass can?t be stopped no flight delay gotta a crew of bad bitches call em the nice girls yo b-tches look scary but she aint no spice girl it?s 9am
We can rely on each other, uh huh From one corner to another, uh huh ["Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" by Backstreet Boys] Everybody (yeah) Rock your body (yeah) Everybody Rock your
southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside of the Chi We're coming from the [Incomprehensible] spice it up You might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up, take your life
, spend my whole life pleasing you Angel, baby you are the one for me Angel, come and set my loving free Yo, What's up man? What's up? "Is everybody
up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Aah) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your
dig the raps If your life ain't got no spice Or if the guns just wreck your fun Or if some shouts ain't in the house Or if your crew ain't down with
I might find the strength to make another day If I didn't have to get up and do my thing I would probably sleep my whole life away I messed up a nice
fat booty pants, hot damn What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice
Times is roughing, Timberland cuffing One knee up, G up, all the re-up Hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up Stuff pillow
girl The he-say and she-say could fuck up your world Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers Can you see the fact that nigga try'nna live life? I was
the street with your - Box in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start
I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone High pitched noise on your brain, it's heavy Autopsy
porrage Someone's been sittin' in my chair, who goes there? To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice Say your
come down We ain't never comin' down From the NYC and Memphis, Tennessee is how it goes down Pimp tyte! MJG Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up
this thing right Got to get this thing right Got to get you up into my li ya life girl Got to get this thing right Got to get this thing right Gonna make your