Pastor Troy - Get 'em Up Lyrics
Hook: 8xMy niggas (get em up)My *****es (get em up)Verse 1: lil peteIts pete babyYou best of recognizeGrab my gold teeth babyOne of the good guysSay shes a freak babyTell me whats up thenU wanna freakI wanna freakThen we can freak thenLiving this life of sinDrinking bout everydaySmoking bout everyday, in that gray escaladeI hit my nigga dreDre whats the word dawgI got bout twenty-three ways lets go ball dawgHelp me burn down dis logThis dro to much for meIts getting hard to seeBut they cant stop a gLiving delicatelyAnd Im going put em up 2xAnd Im going keep em upHook: 8xMy niggas (get em up)My *****es (get em up)Verse 2: s.m.k.Sometimes I feel like Im going dieThats why I keep a toneCause aint no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrongSome nigga ackin like he badNow he long goneIma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral homeCause I just got out the institution cause Im crazy joneAnd a nigga think Im bullshitting with them masses onCome on, come on everybody come onNigga we readySo whatever you wanna get onBreaking niggas off the top what I spit on*****ing niggas up with the shit they better get onBoy you dont wanna make me have to pull a get goneIma get to bucking with my mutha*****ing toneLeave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone? ? ? ? with the acapella toneFrom memphis to atlanta getting bust in domesStick with the niggas in bulletproof its onThen shout with the chrome glock to the knockAnother mutha*****er test me I think notHook: 8xMy niggas (get em up)My *****es (get em up)Verse 3:See I ride with the chromeOut of town finna clownKeep ya phone on wrongSideways in the whipEvery time when I dip through the hood its onEverything after making the greenI kind of hate when ya hate mineIrritated when ya waited for the onlineNever hard to findWhen we all gone shine 2xGet ya cheese onMy niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for thatBut you better stay strapped with the gatEverytime when the hugger make contactReal niggas got push em all backIn the mist of dustLike my guns when we comeThis aint no test execution my sonNightmares after twelveThey catching hellMillionairesSo we dont careCause all my niggas posting bail, uhSometimes I feel like a nutSometimes I dontThinking that I wont get em left on the sceneLike no what I meanNigga no what I meanHook: 8xMy niggas (get em up)My *****es (get em up)
