Git Up
[Eminem a.k.a. Slim Shady]10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club11, 12, 13, pistols big as M-16'sHow the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?Nina, two nina's, a piece, they don't even see usSome shit pops off we squeeze each one, they're gonna think it's machine gunsVandals no vandals bandanna's with no flannelHands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candlesSo ban us, go ban us banana fanna fo fannasWho come back all bananas, banana clips loadedManagers, bouncers, and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want usTo come up on and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch ofMotherfuckers from Runyan, steady popping them onionsReady set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club upFixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone upYou know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum upYeah, yeah, ho, what up, see my people posted upSee you talk that ho shit now, when you're down you won't get upAnd can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you upThey just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe upHeater no heater, automatic no maticMag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have itYou never know what I'm packing so you just don't want no staticAnd open up a whole can of whoop ass, you don't wanna chance toRisk it no biscuit, milli mac or mac milliWill he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me reallyYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wondering what the dillyFuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!
[Hook - Eminem]Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppingBitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppingWe're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is overSay no more quit trying to play the wall and quit hatingGit up now! Yall are still sitting? What the fuck is you deafYou motherfuckers don't listen I saidWe bout to get this motherfucker crackalating, quit, procrastinatingWhat the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hating, bitchGit up now!
[Swift a.k.a. Swifty McVay]I keep a shit load of bullets, a pitbull it to pull it outAnd automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closedPermanently, you get burned to line quicklyYou can not hit me niggas, too terrified to come get meTempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people runWhen the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal bloodNigga what? Stepping without a weapon, you leave, you goneI be still rolling with stolen toasters while on paroleSnatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoWhen I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roamWhen I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll ever toldWhen I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga
[Kuniva a.k.a. Rondelle Beene]Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandingIn furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers and mothers suingCause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fictionIt's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffing itGripping the pump, and who want to fuck with a walking psychopathicPyromaniac, Shady cats with 80 gatsAnd maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worstAnd since you jumping in front of everybody you gon' get it firstI disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatileSo run and record you verses now while you got a mouthAnd it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddleKunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittalAnd a Glock that you will stop you from walkingBullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native AmericansA Indian giver, and nigga, we back in your life and back in your wifeHit you in your back with a knife and get it cracking tonight
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[Outro: Bizarre aka Peter S. Bizarre]Hahaha, Yeah, D12, we baaackHaha, (Get up now!) HahahahaRunyan Ave soldiers, AmityvilleWho the fuck want it with us?Hu-HAW!Nobody