Rottin Razkals - Get Up, Stand Up Lyrics
Double i, double I (x4)[fam]Huh yeah, huhThis is all live, and all realNiggaz cant understand itI dont know why they cant comprehendHeh-heh, heh-heh[diesel (fam)- {both}]I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of styleMeanwhile flip a freestyleYou know what I mean now?Cos Ive been down and kept downNow Im comin upPack a strap for roughin upDont you think of runnin up(this is the music, so just use it to your benefitShit dont hit the fam, my man, unless I stand in it(so duck) what? (your face will get bucked up huh)Youve never been roughed up(but I think its up something)All about income, so run your fundsYo, we aint the ones(we are your friend with the nines)Cos I get slick(an I get tough)And we get rough(so we gotta get) rough(enoughs enough, save the chatterIt dont matterKnocked your grill and left, famCause Im a grand slam batter)Who, when, why? what the *****s up?Give it up for the rugged rough{and we them same guysThat snuffed guys on the last cut}Chorus-x4Get up, stand upChump, throw your hands up[fam (diesel) - {both}]Guess what? (what? )Hard knuckles in the houseSwingin bolos at your headsKnockin teethes out your mouthHey kids, whats that sound?Razkals got it goinThe words around the townEat a dick, lick quickLike the chick, whos next to get hitWith a pile of thick shit(jump jump in), jump jump out(are you ready for the razkals), cos we in the house(what? ), nigga what?(what? ), nigga what?(like I told you beforeWe kick a limp with our strut){dont ask why, whos that guyStandin in the corner wid the puffy black eye(come, come around)Tryin to see whats goin down(if you wanna be found)Lay around (ill town)(what, wha, wha, wha, what)Nigga, I dont wanna talkBest to go for yourzOr have your body lined in chalkChorus-x4[fam (diesel)]It aint easy being greasyIts like greasy, that aint easy? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?When a sleazy hoe please me(I used to swing a thingNow swingin shit harder to deal with itTake the bass to your faceAnd make sure a nigga feelin it(peel it, reveal it)The skill, can I get ill with it?(yes, you can, if youre really *****in feelin it)I split your tongue with my fistIf you swung and you missedLike I told you beforeMy 10 knuckles dont missWhen Im pissed(who could it beBut the diesel mcUsed to try to down my styleNow youre tryin to sound like me)I got the knack to rip a track(just place your bat)Leave you with some shoulders in the ass crack, jack(so you gotta), hit hard(hold your door), or get scarred(posse full of vicsStraight niggas from the jail yard)[fam]Nigga push that shitPush it, push it, niggaYeah, yeahChorus-x4
