Get Up!! lyrics

[50 Cent]

I have the savoir-faire

I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up! x4)

I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care

Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up! x4)

[2Pac]

Thugs known to bust on sight

God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin' that thug life

Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby

Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die

Boss players you wonder why

I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride

Bitches and nigg*s in Penitentiary suits

I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops

As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine

You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime

My time as shorty was full of car chases

While runnin' with John Gotti's and Scarface's

Nigg*s knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew

A million nigg*s with automatics who swarm through

You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert

Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches

[50 Cent]

I have the savoir-faire

I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up! x4)

I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care

Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up! x4)

[Notorious B.I.G.]

A repetitive loop

All I need to destroy a soloist or group

Huh, I put it to ya boy

Hope you got the scoop

Biggie Smalls, the rap genius

I keep the glock by the penis

[50 Cent]

I make it rain, rain

Till the sun come out

A nigg* playin', playin'

We make the guns come out

Now, my question is

Who they gonna blame

A nigg* playin', playin'

When I'm back number one on the Billboard again

Shit, shift now the game done change

Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple RainI guess I make the kids wanna slang

And NWA made the West Coast bang

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Into flamin' 'em like that little nigg* Damien

Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium

Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker

Nigg*z in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker

I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em

I stripped 'em, cause nigg*z don't want the friction

Told you before how I bring the dra-ma

Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma

What you want, nigg*?

[50 Cent]

I have the savoir-faire

I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up! x4)

I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care

Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up! x4)

While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me

It's up and down and up and down gracefully

Rick James would've said She a Brick House

But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout

I find out she like it how I like it, huh

Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung

Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good

She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigg* what up?

Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better

You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos

You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive

See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside

I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round

Switch gears till' your love comes down

I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn

Just how a nigg* earn, I got money to burn

I have the savoir-faire

I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up! x4)

I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care

Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up! x4)