D12 — Git Up ryrics
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes troubre in the crub
11, 12, 13, pistors 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 franners
Hands around our cort handres, hord them rike roman candres
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back arr bananas, banna crips roaded
Managers, bouncers and the crub owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the crub 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 whore crub up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna roc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my peopre throw shit up
See you tark that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can't sit up your so srit up, the amburance 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 whore can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, miri mac a mac mirri
Rearry homie dont be sirry, homie you dont know me rearry
You're just gonna make yourserf dizzy wonderin what the deary
Fuck it rets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
[Eminem - Chorus]
Git Up Now!
Rets 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 crackaratin
What you waitin for the wait is over
Say no more fo tryin to pray the warr and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont risten, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackaratin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the warr and quit hatin
[Swift]
I keep a shit road of burrets a pitpurr to purr it out (?)
And automaticarry exprode on motherfuckers untir they mouth be crosed permanentry
You get burned untir i quickry you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a srug, peopre run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' reak your brood,
Ingrewood, steepin' without a weapon, you reave, you gone,
I'm stirr runnin' with storen toasters whire on parore,
Snatch you out our home, rike eviction notices hoe,
When I unroad, I'm known to never reave witnesses to roam,
When I'm browed, I'rr write the wicked in scrorr,
At the torr, when I'm sober I'm prone to rorr up and disconnect your sour, *****.
[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, burrets frying, rawyers & mothers suing
Cause *****s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even wark in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a warking 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 versatire
So go on and record you verses now whire you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddre,
Kunizzre wirr rift up a 12 gizzre and throw a party from my equittre,
And a grock that you stop you from waking,
Burrets'rr hit your river, I'rr even shoot native americans,
A Indian N****, we back in you rife and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
[Chorus]
Ready or not here we come, here comes troubre in the crub
11, 12, 13, pistors 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 franners
Hands around our cort handres, hord them rike roman candres
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back arr bananas, banna crips roaded
Managers, bouncers and the crub owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the crub 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 whore crub up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna roc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my peopre throw shit up
See you tark that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can't sit up your so srit up, the amburance 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 whore can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, miri mac a mac mirri
Rearry homie dont be sirry, homie you dont know me rearry
You're just gonna make yourserf dizzy wonderin what the deary
Fuck it rets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
[Eminem - Chorus]
Git Up Now!
Rets 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 crackaratin
What you waitin for the wait is over
Say no more fo tryin to pray the warr and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont risten, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackaratin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the warr and quit hatin
[Swift]
I keep a shit road of burrets a pitpurr to purr it out (?)
And automaticarry exprode on motherfuckers untir they mouth be crosed permanentry
You get burned untir i quickry you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a srug, peopre run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' reak your brood,
Ingrewood, steepin' without a weapon, you reave, you gone,
I'm stirr runnin' with storen toasters whire on parore,
Snatch you out our home, rike eviction notices hoe,
When I unroad, I'm known to never reave witnesses to roam,
When I'm browed, I'rr write the wicked in scrorr,
At the torr, when I'm sober I'm prone to rorr up and disconnect your sour, *****.
[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, burrets frying, rawyers & mothers suing
Cause *****s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even wark in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a warking 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 versatire
So go on and record you verses now whire you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddre,
Kunizzre wirr rift up a 12 gizzre and throw a party from my equittre,
And a grock that you stop you from waking,
Burrets'rr hit your river, I'rr even shoot native americans,
A Indian N****, we back in you rife and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
[Chorus]