| Get the fuck up!
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| Simon says get the fuck up
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| (Boom boom boom boom)
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| Bruisers in the back sippin' 'gnac, y’all what’s up?
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| Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!)
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| Yeah I said it, rub on your titties
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| New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
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| Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
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| Y’all know the name!
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| Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain’t a damn thang changed
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| You all up in the Range and shit, inebriated
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| Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
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| I alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals
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| Took my underground loot, without the gold
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| You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
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| But when I’m in the street and shit it’s all good
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| I’m soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider
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| Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots
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| Style’s greater, let my lyrics anoint
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| If you holdin' up the wall then you missin' the point
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| Get the fuck up!
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| Simon says get the fuck up
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| Put your hands to the sky
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| (Boom boom boom boom)
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| Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what’s up?
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| Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhh!)
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| Fuck it, I said rub on your titties
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| New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
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| Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
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| Yo, where you at? |
| uptown let me see 'em
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| Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
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| Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
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| And shit don’t start pumpin' til after 12 P. M
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| Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em
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| If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I’m
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| The most obligated, hard and R-rated
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| Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
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| Some might even say this song is sexist-s-s
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| 'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breasts-s-s
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| Whether you’re ridin' the train or in Lexuses
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| This is for either/or Rolies or Timexes-s
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| Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
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| You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point
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| Get the fuck up!
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| Simon says get the fuck up
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| Throw your hands in the sky
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| The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps now what’s up?
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| Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!)
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| I said rub on your titties
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| New York City gritty commitee pity the fool that
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| Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
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| New Jeru, get the fuck up!
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| Shaolin, get the fuck up!
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| Long Isle, get the fuck up!
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| Worldwide, get the fuck up! |