Get The Fuck Up Now Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Verse 1 

Banks is gettin money money ain't gettin him 

Him sitting his whip on 23 inch rims 

why would i spend my money on tints 

'cause i got my bombers hooded up in your lawndas 

the cribs is bigger than my mama's 

with that you can send your local high school or college 

your year is expired you should pay knowledge 

a hood nigga way out in the bahamas 

on tour so you probably won't find us 

in your barber shop i got a barber with liners 

Banks grew kinda hard with piranhas 

my closet is the size of a clothing designator 

you're now rockin wit new yor city's finest 

shuttin down the clubs a bunch of niggas went behind us 

now i'm dealin wit a bunch of pre-madonnas 

take em to the crib and have em bend over for recliners 

Chrous 

I need y'all to get the fuck up now 

I know theirs gangstas in this town 

so throw up your set, come to the front 

show me somethin yea that what i want 

I need y'all to get the fuck up now 

I know how y'all get down in this town 

so lit up your weed, come to the front 

poke it out yea that what i want 

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Verse 2 

i'm fresh breast like million bucks 

see my green chinchilla and my trillon cuts 

inspired by the niggas that i trust 

so if you my shit then you should buy buck's 

there alot of rappers let off steam 

'cause i'm gettin money and my jewerly all green 

some of the brightest shit you ever seen 

my whole team so fresh and so clean 

down south where they sipping on leen 

little aks stray hit you wit the beam 

i'm a bachelor i ain't lokin for a queen 

a southside baller the "American Dream 

bein nosey will get you behind beams 

so if ain't your beef try not to intervene 

i got a pack of mary jane in my jean 

if i blow it in the sky we will all be high 

Chrous 

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Verse 3 

i'm hot nigga the fools ain't the same 

i'm speeding you could fuck hoes in my lanes 

i got a couple loose screw in my brain 

i die on over this i ain't goin to move wit my chain 

you caught brick but who is to blame 

your fans turn their back now i'm you and that a shame 

i'm thinkin about flyin to Hawaii 

sippin on colatti lyin wit a hottie 

uptop drinkin niggas in here schemin 

so i ain't leavin 'cause i'm here wit my gat 

lay low for a second and get your attention 

and back on the bencin 'cause i'm back 

and your famblades spinnin on a lac 

and you can't see the side 'cause the window all black 

i had respect but i take it all back 

'cause you're celebrity wander around wit a rat 

Chrous