Gettin'Up

Ayo, Scratch, what up? This Busta Bus, homie
Hey, I just got off the phone with
The brother Kamaal Fareed, AKA Q-Tip
You know what I mean? He told me y'all was
Doing a real hip hop remix to "Get Nuff"
You know you can't do that without me on it
Let's get it poppin', c'mon!

Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we made still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking through the corridors of my mind
The hideaways and nooks and things with good times
Memories, certainly, yes, they still bind
Still a common man and, yeah, that's for sure
Still a bankroll and, yeah, still couture
But, man, this thing that we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and no place for a girl
Amongst the scavengers, I found a pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle 'em up, we call 'em guts, and we
And we, and we (Now you know what to do, everybody)

(Get up) Get off your ass, you heard what I said
(Get up) 'Fore I light up a fire under that ass
(Get up) You see we back and got the party on smash
(Get up) And if you want us to get you, the heat, you better
(Get up) You see we back to light up this whole shit
(Get up) That's right, we here to give it to you non-stop
(Get up) 'Cause it's the real (Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)

Hello, bitch, see, the real hip hop shit is returnin'
Beat you in your head until you niggas start learnin'
Scratchin' veins, fiendin', I know my niggas been yearnin'
For the good cook-up, see the stove and the fire is burnin'
This shit goes out to whomever this is concernin'
From overseas back to the boroughs to Mount Vernon
The game comin' back to the truth, tables is turnin'
I'ma preach, bitch, let me give you my Erick Sermon
A lot of niggas is gettin' shine they ain't deservin'
Ringtone money gone, now they pockets is hurtin'
Them bitches leave 'em, see niggas like me and get to flirtin'
Take 'em to the telly, poke 'em, now listen how they be cursin'
Tip, you know this joint is the shit, nigga, we workin'
We back floodin' the street like we quenchin' they thirstin'
We bodyin' the situation, we never let up
Get out your seat and get off your ass, everybody get up

(Get up) Now you know what to do, everybody
(Get up) Get off your ass, you heard what I said
(Get up) 'Fore I light up a fire under that ass
(Get up) You see we back and got the party on smash
(Get up) And if you want us to get you, the heat, you better
(Get up) You see we back to light up this whole shit
(Get up) That's right, we here to give it to you non-stop
(Get up) 'Cause it's the real (Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)