Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up Stand Up, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 07.11.2005
Song language: English
Get Up Stand Up |
| Get up, stand up — throw your hands up |
| All my thug niggas 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, 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 |
| Niggas 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 |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 niggas can’t afford |
| I’m the town niggas haven’t toured |
| I got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few |
| But first this is what y’all motherfuckers gotta do |
| 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! |