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Get On Up

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Get On Up

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[JV]

I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?

Hataz betta watch out for tha butt

I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?

Yea, I'm real wit it, nigga wha? You wanna playa hate nigga, wha?

Yea I'm Slip-n-Slide nigga wha? You betta give a fuck

Feel yo body penetratin' though ya gut

You betta come quick 'fo some niggaz come hatin', ya heard!!!

Before I get to burnin' ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin' ya

[Queen]

Queen cant be touched like hot potatoes

Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz

Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks

Nigga, let me know I'll run up in tha spot

Get me 2 steaks, a drank and lock down

Aint no visualizin', like me now

Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground

Back up off me wit tha hands I clown

Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if you wanna know wassup

If you know like I know bet not fuck

[Lost Tribe]

We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont

Nigga bring tha B's for tha pump

Tribe comin' clean like a bitch

We gon hit yo town for a lick

Nigga, we dont run we attack em

Then you can't splack em

Nigga outta line so we had to subtract em

We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit

Throw a glass when I cant, then a sign ya get

We gon do ya like a pound we get

So you betta stay from round my shit

Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list

Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get on up!!!!

Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!!

New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!!

[SS]

If you aint Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?

You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide

Whoa now, ay hold up boy, aint no thang

To get off tha chain and steal ya Jordans

Ya get a stain on ya brain from tha Southeast

Once ya getta dick and some nuts in ya mouth, eats nigga

Aint no click like this one

That'll make a jealous nigga wanna get a big gun

But it's too late cause we gon', my dawgs got tha AK, I got tha chrome

We finna chill at tha top like wha?

This game is a fat pussy finna get fucked, its like tha nigga

[Money Mark]

Slip-n-Slide til I die ass nigga

Pull a nigga hoe in tha fly ass Jetta

And fuck on anotha

Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out

Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin folks out

When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide aint no forgettin' this

Eatin' on bitches cause I'm different

Pack Villangers, fuck hoes that's willin ta

Give up tha guts and let em smoke til they feel tha nut

Skeelo, bad bitches in Speedo's

And there will be no, where we go

See yo, doin what tha fuck we wanna do

Bust slugs and join ya crew, so wha you gon do?

[Chorus]

San Fran, get on up!!! Oakland, get on up!!!! Detroit, get on up!!!

Dallas, get on up!!! St. Louis, get on up!!!! Baltimore, get on up!!!

L.A. get on up!!! New York, get on up!!!

[Trick Daddy]

I'm into introducin' myself as tha greatest

No if, and buts or maybe's, unless you's a hata

So real niggaz gon die by days, while you hoe niggaz cry

Why you fussin niggaz lie?

Die by days, dont wanna hea about tha click you abound

You know a nigga wit a Benz like mines?

Same color, same yea like mines

Same model, same red like mines

Every hoe I'm fuckin, you don fucked, bruh

And every bet I call, you matched ya 'lil sucka

You got beef wit 'ol boy model

Well shave ya head and get gold teeth like 'ol boy

Peepin my D's galore, lovin these skeeza hoes

How do you suppose? New clothes to change ya hoe

You, fuck nigga, jus got to go, sucka

Louisville, get on up!!! Robin Hood, get on up!!!!

Liberty City, get on up!!! Carol City, get on up!!!

Opalocka, get on up!!! 'Lil Haiti, get on up!!!

Overtime, get on up!!! Richmond Heights, get on up!!!

Pullrine, get on up!!!! Ohhh, get on up!!!!

Seminola, get on up!!! Stop pot, get on up!!!

Wynnewood, get on up!!! Pork and beans, get on up!!!

22 Ave, get on up!!! 32 Ave, get on up!!!

Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!

Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!!

Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!!

Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!

Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!!

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