Sinon says - remix

(Pharoahe Monch) GET THE FUCK UP! Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!" Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!) Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup? Girls, rub on your titties (yeah) Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty In the midst of the calm, the witty (Lady Luck) Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP! Luck said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real (Pharoahe Monch) WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor OWWW! Fellas pull ya cock out On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a nigga-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for Tupac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (Redman) Yo yo get the fuck up Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up" I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler Snuff her, then my boys follow up Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus Karat cut, yeah mami pull over I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me I need fifty feet when my performance starts I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts? Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turnin dark off a warning shot Drive off and pop, six in ya hood (Monch) Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold over I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders Yeah GET THE FUCK UP! (Pharoahe Monch) Simon Says "GET THE FUCK UP!" Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!) (Redman) Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup! Girls, rub on ya titties (Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties Brick City gritty committee Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty (Method Man) Yo yo get the fuck up Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what? We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what? Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold And you and your mic can ease on down the road Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin Here's a Tunnel banger Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you Just so you can feel me The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me Even if time stands still, I'ma still be Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky Innocent until I'm proven guilty Never got caught in the game of tag Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS! Underground till we under ground But y'all first MOTHAFUCKERS! (Shabaam Sahdeeq) My thugs, throw up ya set And shorties rub on ya breasts GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm tits You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips Double-S, double the threat, double your bet Double up on that cash if you decide to invest You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!" Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up (Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin Lay it over, another ambush we take over Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site Yo if you ever violate my space Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat face Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho The head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do) Enough substance in the roughness Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America Let us control and own the fuckin area Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck up And if you know what's good for you nigga you better GET THE FUCK UP!!! 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