Eminem – 10, 9, 8 (Git Up) (2004) | Track profile | Dork

Eminem – 10, 9, 8 (Git Up) (2004) | Track profile | Dork

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10, 9, 8 (Git Up)

[Intro]

Mayweather

Dealin' with, DJ Whoo Kid

Lifestyle, flash

I see all of these, you know, these weak cats on here archin' they eyebrows

Next time I catch a nigga, [?] they eyebrows arched I’ma slap the shit out of them

[Verse: Eminem]

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club

Eleven, twеlve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s

How the fuck we snеak 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, bananas 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'

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!

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