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