Get Up

Hook:

Get up, ride, sit back

Who's dangerous

Get up, pow, you foul

Can't hang wid this

Get up, now, gun blast

It's a Conflict

Get up, ride, sit back

Who's dangerous

Verse 1: WildStyle

It's time to get up and hit the hay

Wid the high ass hay song

Betta come and get some

Drop the top up in and

Cock the glock and peel

Rolling through the teal

What it feel?

And if I slip

Ya betta come equipped

Listen to the whips

And the gunshot rips

I really don't give a damn how you feel

I kill if I gotta do it

Down and to the ground I nail

When it's time to mack, them freaks,

I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh,

When I get it wid a girl and the dough

It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos

When I gon' slang them thangs

They write the word the word is flict

Tricks wid style it's WildStyle

I'm pissed, you think you can throw

Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back

Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness

You supposed to be a playa

But you running at the mouth

Shoulda mind your business

Come and get it try to get it

Rougher than the necks

I break necks on somebody wanna flex

Then let's flex and get it off your chest

The wild west, yes, flict

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Verse 2: Cold Hard

It's the wicked wild west,

Winchester for your chest

Or your man people just can't understand

That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up

When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze

Then you losing ya whole damn crew

Those scoundrels got a round for 'em

If ya mama want drama

I'ma bump her in too

Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out

HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW!

Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout

Death for real pow

Never could ya get it

Wid a renegade desperado,

Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain

I be coming round the mountain,

Gunning, nigga done in

Ya best ta giddy up

When ya hear them horsies troddin'

At full riding, and ya climbing

And someone shotting

Much trouble passing on the barnyard

Go 'head and bounce and let it go

I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow

It's the real rodeo kicking the flow

So hoe on the ride

Can ya giddy up hoe?

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Verse 3: Kilo

Thinking I won't bust you

Don't luck your punk

Glad ta get your body stunk

As I creep wid a rowdy clik

Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk

Man I hate ta do this shit

Cause it was my melody

Thought that I called him a bitch

So I up my barrel-y

Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide

That's why he died nobody cried

He shouldn'ta tried

Holla flict and ride

Meet you in your next life

Get on you square get high tonight

Cause last night when he been here

Now he wanna know why he didn't ride

A pocket knife or even flict

Boing boing ya see me dong floing

Giddy up now watch me get thoing

Get ya ass fast I'ma last

Demonstrate, pass we crash

Face to face and my nigga

Gohilian mixed beast type nigga

Dangerous to the world

Giddy up now what you figure nigga

Hook

Verse 4: Never

Everybody giddy up

Drum down on your money

Do you wanna put um up now, shit

Fucking put him up punk

I'ma put him in the trunk

I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives

All a bag a funk

And go coast to coast and GET UP

Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine

Doing hard time

In the state a mind of a, killa

Niggas act like I won't pull

Tha block block blam

Boogie woogie shake it to the left man

Back to the right man

Making the tightest song

Gone again, drinking on gin

Smoking on hay getting in my zone

Riding slick been on the block a bit

Put on the good old Final Tic

C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up

While we kick that rodeo

Back to back we gonna smoke on

And toke a sack and tack the proke on

I was born to get up and put 'em in flight

Never say never cause never'll do

And make 'em all giddy up tonight

Side to side let's ride and roll

Ya can't control ya self no more

So come on ya gone

Got 'em all dropping

And leave 'em hopping

To the hip old west

For you ya boo ya whole crew too

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