Get On Up

Here we go, now I'm back

I got soul, although I'm not black

Pass the mic and I'm a spark it

Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market

I used to shoot dice to the curb

Peace to my brothers on 163rd

Hold your head and stay strong

My main man Roadie got it going on

So now you know the time

Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme

I kick the hits even with the big belly

Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly

So give me that honey love

You know what I'm thinking of

Joe's the man with the master plan

I got more rhymes than the beats got fans

Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B

And if you don't believe then you soon shall see

That I'll be the last to survive

I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive

So now you know what's up

I make the crowd bounce and get on up

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

This is a jam for the radio station

Peace to the whole Zulu Nation

I'm so bad, call the cops

I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop

Cause I'm the only real rap monster

I love eating shrimp and lobster

City Island is my favorite place

Step in Sammy's and dog my face

Losing weight, that must be a joke

Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke

Although I'm big I won't take a swig

Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet

And you know that's not the mood, black

Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks

So now you know what's up

I make the crowd bounce, get on up

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

"Get On Up" is the name of this song

Bounce to the beat if you got it going on

Now in '93, maybe '94

They'll have a Fat Joe tour

Coming to your town with the brand new sound

Representing for the whole Boogie Down

So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt

If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse

That's that, everybody knows the flav

Misbehave and you'll dig your own grave

Fat Joe, chopping down trees

Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.

Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx

I hope you'll strike me gets a good response

And if you like the vibe, act like you know

You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out

"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

To my people from Brooklyn, get on up

And to my people from Manhattan, get on up

To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)

To my people from Cali

To my people from Texas

To my people from Atlanta

To my people in Detroit

Everybody in the world just get on up