Git Up Lyrics - D12 World - D-12

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1 

Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club 

11,12,13, pistols big as M 16's 

How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans 

Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they don't even see us 

Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns 

Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels 

Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles 

Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas 

Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded 

Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us 

To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of 

Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady popping them onions, 

Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up 

Fixing to get into some shit just itching to choke someone up 

You know we finna loc'n when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up 

Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up 

See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you don't get up 

And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up 

They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up 

Heater no heater, automatic no matic 

Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't have it 

You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static 

And open up a whole can of whoop ass you don't wanna chance to 

Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli 

Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really 

You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy 

Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy! 

Git Up Now! 

Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping 

Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping 

We're gonna get it crackalatin 

What you waiting for the waiters orders 

Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating 

Git Up Now! 

Notice you're sitting, what the fuck is you deaf 

You motherfuckers don't listen, I said, 

We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin' 

Quit, procrastinating 

What the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating 

I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out 

And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently 

You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me, 

Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run, 

When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood, 

Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone, 

I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole, 

Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe, 

When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam, 

When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll, 

At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga. 

Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding 

In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing 

Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction 

It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it, 

Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic 

Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats 

And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst a 

And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first 

I disperse the crowd with something vigor and versatile 

So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth, 

And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle, 

Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle, 

And a glock that ? stop you from waking, 

Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native Americans, 

A ? nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife, 

Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.