Get Up Stand Up Lyrics - After Taxes - Sheek Louch

Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two) 

One two, one two check mic (yeah) 

Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?) 

Yo, hey yo 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

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Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other day 

I opened, I read it, and this is what it say 

It's time for you to get yo' stack right 

The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next flight 

Whatever nigga step in your way, hit his ass with the K 

And leave his body where his children'll play 

I cook somethin up like Emeril's kitchen 

I put the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin 

And your security as pussy as you are 

The burners come out, his big ass be the first to the car 

I got goons that'll make it spark, and I don't gotta throw a blow 

Niggaz ready to stage dive like they Linkin Park 

The hood love a nigga cause I ain't above a nigga 

I eat the same shit in the hood as another nigga 

White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a nigga 

Get the hell up out your seats and everybody jump 

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Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Yo - yo Sheek lemme get some of that, yo 

Aiyyo my uzi weigh a ton, Redman half baked 

I'm smokin pounds, you hang around with Nasty Nate 

The great dane straight change, bitches close drapes 

Cause my product, Ultramagnetic like Kool Keith 

This for my hood niggaz sellin sticky by the sto' 

I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe 

Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop 

"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like Stiffler 

Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue 

Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two" 

I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe 

So I'm determined, like AJ after Free 

I don't play games I'm grown, on 26 chrome 

Inside of my truck is ESPN Zone 

Shame on a nigga, that try to run game on a nigga 

I bring pain on a nigga 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Hey yo fuck that nigga, buck that nigga 

Chase him to the roof, somebody cut that nigga 

Pushed 1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek) 

Lil' entrepeneur; shit, I'm already one deal up (D-Block) 

Grants to a bird - okay, I ain't sell a lot 

But shit Jigga ain't go platinum 'til his third 

I'm one song away, but you would think I did 

How the house got that long ass drive-a-way 

Benz in the back, doors do Karate Kid 

If they knew I get the same time Gotti did 

240 when it's floored, trey pound on my lap 

Beyonce bobblehead on the dashboard 

Can't be ignored, I'm the coke niggaz can't afford 

I'm the town niggaz haven't toured 

I got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few 

But first this is what y'all motherfuckers gotta do 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up 

All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up 

Yeah, Brick City, all the way to Yonkers baby 

We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby! 

We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby! 

Yo Funk Doc, Sheek Louch, you know what it is baby 

Gilla House, D-Block!