Get 'em Up Lyrics - Book I - Pastor Troy

Hook: 8x 

My niggas (get 'em up) 

My bitches (get 'em up) 

Verse 1: lil' pete 

It's pete baby 

You best of recognize 

Grab my gold teeth baby 

One of the good guys 

Say she's a freak baby 

Tell me what's up then 

U wanna freak 

I wanna freak 

Then we can freak then 

Living this life of sin 

Drinking bout everyday 

Smoking bout everyday, in that gray escalade 

I hit my nigga dre' 

Dre' what's the word dawg 

I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg 

Help me burn down dis log 

This dro' to much for me 

It's getting hard to see 

But they can't stop a g' 

Living delicately 

And I'm going put 'em up 2x 

And I'm going keep 'em up 

Hook: 8x 

My niggas (get 'em up) 

My bitches (get 'em up) 

Verse 2: s.m.k. 

Sometimes I feel like I'm going die 

That's why I keep a tone 

Cause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrong 

Some nigga ackin like he bad 

Now he long gone 

I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home 

Cause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy jone 

And a nigga think I'm bullshitting with them masses on 

Come on, come on everybody come on 

Nigga we ready 

So whatever you wanna get on 

Breaking niggas off the top what I spit on 

Fucking niggas up with the shit they better get on 

Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone 

I'ma get to bucking with my muthafucking tone 

Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone 

? ? ? ? with the acapella tone 

From memphis to atlanta getting bust in domes 

Stick with the niggas in bulletproof it's on 

Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock 

Another muthafucker test me I think not 

Hook: 8x 

My niggas (get 'em up) 

My bitches (get 'em up) 

Verse 3: 

See I ride with the chrome 

Out of town finna clown 

Keep ya phone on wrong 

Sideways in the whip 

Every time when I dip through the hood it's on 

Everything after making the green 

I kind of hate when ya hate mine 

Irritated when ya waited for the online 

Never hard to find 

When we all gone shine 2x 

Get ya cheese on 

My niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for that 

But you better stay strapped with the gat 

Everytime when the hugger make contact 

Real niggas got push 'em all back 

In the mist of dust 

Like my guns when we come 

This ain't no test execution my son 

Nightmares after twelve 

They catching hell 

Millionaires 

So we don't care 

Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh 

Sometimes I feel like a nut 

Sometimes I don't 

Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene 

Like no what I mean 

Nigga no what I mean 

Hook: 8x 

My niggas (get 'em up) 

My bitches (get 'em up)