Artist: Pastor Troy Album: Book I Song: Get Em' Up Translated title:
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It's Pete baby You best of recognize Grab my gold teeth baby One of the good guys Say she's a freak baby Tell me what's up then U wanna freak I wanna freak Then we can freak then Living this life of sin
Drinking bout everyday Smoking bout everyday, in that gray Escalade I hit my nigga Dre' Dre' what's the word dawg I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg Help me burn down dis log This dro' to much for me It's getting hard to see But they can't stop a g' Living delicately And I'm going put 'em up [2x] And I'm going keep 'em up
[Hook: 8x]
My niggas (Get 'em up) My bitches (Get 'em up)
[Verse 2: S.M.K.]
Sometimes I feel like I'm going die That's why I keep a tone Cause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrong Some nigga ackin like he bad Now he long gone I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home Cause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy jone And a nigga think I'm bullshitting with them masses on Come on, come on everybody come on Nigga we ready So whatever you wanna get on Breaking niggas off the top what I spit on Fucking niggas up with the shit they better get on Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone I'ma get to bucking with my muthafucking tone Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone with the acapella tone From Memphis to Atlanta getting bust in domes Stick with the niggas in BulletProof it's on Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock Another muthafucker test me I think not
[Hook: 8x]
My niggas (Get 'em up) My bitches (Get 'em up)
[Verse 3:]
See I ride with the chrome Out of town finna clown Keep ya phone on wrong Sideways in the whip Every time when I dip through the hood it's on Everything after making the green I kind of hate when ya hate mine Irritated when ya waited for the online Never hard to find When we all gone shine [2x] Get ya cheese on My niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for that But you better stay strapped with the gat Everytime when the hugger make contact Real niggas got push 'em all back In the mist of dust Like my guns when we come This ain't no test execution my son Nightmares after twelve They catching hell Millionaires So we don't care Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh Sometimes I feel like a nut Sometimes I don't Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene Like no what I mean Nigga no what I mean
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