Текст, перевод и аккорды “Git Up”
- [Verse 1 - Eminem aka Slim Shady] 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, two nina's, a peice and they don't even see us Some shit pops off we squeeze each one, they gonna think it's machine guns Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles So, vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers, and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us To come up on 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 mix coke with coke and nut rum up So yeah, yeah, oh what up, see my people throw shit up See you talk that hoe shit now, when you down you wont get up And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't 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 don't matter if I have or don't have it You never know what I'm 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, milli mac or mac milli Really wodie dont be silly, homie you don't know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy Fuck it let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy! [Chorus - Eminem] Get up now! let's get it crackin, yeah, it's on and poppin This D-12 is back in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stoppin We're gonna get it crackalatin, what you waitin for the wait is over Say no more for tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin Get up now! notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf You motherfuckers don't 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 [Verse 2 - Swift aka Swifty McVay] I keep a shit load of bullets a pit bull to pull it out And automatically explode {*explosion*} on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed Permanently, you get burned until I quickly You can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug {*gun shot*}, people run When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' leave your blood Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone I be still rollin 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, nigga [Kuniva aka Rondell Beene] Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin In furniture movin, bullets {*gun shots*} flyin, lawyers and mothers suin Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction It's sickenin, 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 eighty gats And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst And since you jumpin in front of everybody you gon' get it first I dispurse the crowd with somethin vigor and versatile So run 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 you will stop you from walkin Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans A Indian {???} nigga, we back in your life and back in your wife Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin tonight [Chorus] [Outro - Bizarre aka Peter S. Bizarre] Hahaha, Yeah, D-12, we baacckk Haha,(Em: Get up now!) Hahahaha Runyan Ave soldiers, Amityville Who the fuck want it with us...nobody
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