Gotta Get Up Lyrics - Non-fiction - Black Sheep

Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over 

Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little 

Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please? 

Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these drops or what 

Yeah, and it goes a little something like 

The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this shit going 

Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and flowing 

For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets 

Black Sheep, bow your heads 'cause we're about to break beats 

City lights shining with the ill timing 

My glare everywhere, don't stare 'cause my shit's blinding 

I think, I think niggas best not blink 

'Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink 

With a passion, I want to put a gash in your ego 

Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo 

Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry heave it 

Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it 

From the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder 

Fatter, got your bitch saying, "Baby, what's the matter?" 

As a matter of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger 

With a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger 

I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true 

My style's old skool like the new school review 

I gets biz, on and on for days 

And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens 

Nah, fuck that Queens, I ain't hushing 

I'm crushing mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing 

A member me, getting busy with GMC 

Back when Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E 

Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B 

Backtrack a bit before the baby, beat me 

Got more peoples than any seen in the video clip 

And we was getting life's desires from a strip 

Hand to handler and the gambler 

Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler 

You too, a mafucking lyric in a song 

Helping that Philly Blunt shit catch on 

Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ 

Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me 

Yo, wild pass the shit to skip, skip roll another 

The brother light's about to flip 

It's Buckwild Bland with the horrifying team: 

Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean 

My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese 

Popo peace born to KE and all my peoples that be 

But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family 

We wrote the scripts and the times were fit 

Original New York, New Jack City type shit 

Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black 

Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale 

Back in the days of bullshit when I was a small guy 

Taking the train home as I roamed but still I 

Never had a clue of what I was going to do 

To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too 

Make the world jump, the girls hump, collect a lump 

And make your speakers pump 'back on the scene 

Crispy and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed 

So you can save it for your next dream 

Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme 

We got you coming back for more like a crack fiend 

But now I stick with nothing but my own clique 

I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my dick 

It's my prerogative, sucker 

Now you can tell your father that I'm the motherfucker 

On the TV, no, you can't see me 

'Cause I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry 

Niggas that be getting on my nerves 

Trying to find the fucking beats that we preserve 

See, I've been digging in the crates for a minute 

Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it 

Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it 

I didn't have the money so, shit, I wasn't buying it 

I had to take what I could get and be happy with 

Not only records but clothes and food and shit 

Niggas trying to get over on, niggas trying to get over on 

Niggas trying to get over 

That's why I stay refined and never think about the other kind 

Fake niggas trying to get mine 

I had to hold my head despite what was being said 

I used to wish that I had some lead 

That I could buck off but then I got my luck off 

Away from Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail 

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over 

Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale