Git Up

[Eminem]

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, two nina's, a piece and they don't even see us

Some shit pops off we squeeze each one, they gonna think it's machine guns

Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels

Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles

So, vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas

Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded

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

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

Motherfuckers from Runyon, steady poppin' them onions

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

Fixin' to get into some shit, just itchin' to choke someone up

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

So yeah, yeah, oh what up, see my people throw shit up

See you talk that hoe shit now, when you down you won'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, milli mac or mac milli

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

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

Fuck it let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!

CHORUS [Eminem]

Get up now! Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'

This D-12 is back in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stoppin'

We're gonna get it crackalatin'

What you waitin' for the wait is over

Say no more for tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'

Get up now! Notice you're sittin', what the fuck is you deaf

You motherfuckers don't listen I said

We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin', quit, procrastinatin'

What the fuck you waitin' for get off the wall and quit hatin'

Get up now!

[Swift]

I keep a shit load of bullets a pit bull to pull it out

And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed

Permanently, you get burned until I quickly

You cannot hit me niggas too terrified to come get me

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

When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' leave your blood

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

I be still rollin' 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

[Kuniva]

Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'

In furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'

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

It's sickenin', 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 eighty gats

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

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

I disperse the crowd with somethin' vigor and versatile

So run 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 you will stop you from walkin'

Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans an indian giver

nigga, we back in your life and back in your wife

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

Chorus

[Bizarre]

Hahaha, yeah, D-12, we baacckk

Haha, (Get up now!)

Hahahaha, Runyon Ave soldiers, Amityville

Who the fuck want it with us

Nobody! {*laughs*}