Get Up Get Off

You gotta get up Gotta get up You gotta get up Gotta get up If you wanna get- I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars And I Hate people who think they can dose up their medicine fuckin' with venom... and I Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force I'd like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with ya'll but I Hate phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that bring 'em down to the floor And I hate when I can't hurt somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up Gotta get up You gotta get up Gotta get up If you wanna get- Hate phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that bring 'em down to the floor And I hate when I can't hurt somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off Keep your eyes open just so I can stop you from blinkin Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own Get so cold in the zone I'm destroying my clone I can fill the fuckin' room up with torture and pain Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins It's the trilogy of terror, real M.C. from my era Then I spit some vocal agility that I scare ya because I hate ya'll Phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that bring 'em down to the floor And I hate when I can't hurt somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy rockin' loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off