pastor troy – get ’em up lyrics
hook: 8x
my n-gg-s (get ’em up)
my b-tches (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 n-gg- 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 n-gg-s (get ’em up)
my b-tches (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 n-gg- wrong
some n-gg- 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 inst-tution cause i’m crazy jone
and a n-gg- think i’m bullsh-tting with them m-sses on
come on, come on everybody come on
n-gg- we ready
so whatever you wanna get on
breaking n-gg-s off the top what i spit on
f-cking n-gg-s up with the sh-t they better get on
boy you don’t wanna make me have to pull a get gone
i’ma get to bucking with my m-th-f-cking 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 n-gg-s in bulletproof it’s on
then shout with the chrome glock to the knock
another m-th-f-cker test me i think not
hook: 8x
my n-gg-s (get ’em up)
my b-tches (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 n-gg-s gotta hustle for that, juggle for that
but you better stay strapped with the gat
everytime when the hugger make contact
real n-gg-s 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 h-ll
millionaires
so we don’t care
cause all my n-gg-s 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
n-gg- no what i mean
hook: 8x
my n-gg-s (get ’em up)
my b-tches (get ’em up)
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