Git Up

[Verse 1: Eminem] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans? Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us Some shit pops off, we squeeze each one They're gonna think it's machine guns Vandals-vo-vandals, bandanas and old flannels Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles So ban us, go ban us, 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, bum rush in the club And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon Steady popping them onions Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up Fixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone up You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum up So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up See you talk that ho shit now, when you're down you won't get up And can't sit up you're 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 Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it You never know when I'm packing so you just don't want no static And open up a whole can of whoop ass You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit Milli mac or mac milli Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie, you don't know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dilly Fuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy [Chorus: Eminem] Git up now, let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin' Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh, there ain't no stoppin' (Ha) We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over, say no more Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin' Git up now, y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf? You motherfuckers don't listen, I said "We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin' Quit procrastinatin' What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch Git up now" [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed Permanently, you get burned to line quickly You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood Nigga what? 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, ho When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told When I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga [Verse 3: Kuniva] Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin' And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin' 'Cause niggas don't know the difference You bitches just stick to fiction It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffing it Gripping the pump And who want to 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 disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile So run and record your 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 acquittal And a Glock or two will stop you from walking Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans A Indian giver, and, 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: Eminem] Git up now, let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin' Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh, there ain't no stoppin' (Ha) We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over, say no more Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin' Git up now, y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf? You motherfuckers don't listen, I said "We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin' Quit procrastinatin' What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch Git up now" [Outro: Bizarre & Eminem] Hahahaha (Hahahaha), yeah (Yeah), D12 (D12), we're back (Back), ha-ha (Ha-ha) Git up now Hahahaha Runyon Ave soldiers ('nyon Ave soldiers) Amityville (Amityville) Who the fuck want it with us? (Want it with us?) Ha-ha Nobody (Nobody) Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha-ha)