Get On Up Lyrics by Fat Joe

Get On Up Lyrics

    Here we go, now I'm back
    I got soul, although I'm not black
    Pass the mic and I'm a spark it
    Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market
    I used to shoot dice to the curb
    Peace to my brothers on 163rd
    Hold your head and stay strong
    My main man Roadie got it going on
    So now you know the time
    Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
    I kick the hits even with the big belly
    Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly
    So give me that honey love
    You know what I'm thinking of
    Joe's the man with the master plan
    I got more rhymes than the beats got fans
    Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B
    And if you don't believe then you soon shall see
    That I'll be the last to survive
    I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive
    So now you know what's up
    I make the crowd bounce and get on up

    "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

    This is a jam for the radio station
    Peace to the whole Zulu Nation
    I'm so bad, call the cops
    I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop
    Cause I'm the only real rap monster
    I love eating shrimp and lobster
    City Island is my favorite place
    Step in Sammy's and dog my face
    Losing weight, that must be a joke
    Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke
    Although I'm big I won't take a swig
    Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet
    And you know that's not the mood, black
    Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks
    So now you know what's up
    I make the crowd bounce, get on up

    "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

    "Get On Up" is the name of this song
    Bounce to the beat if you got it going on
    Now in '93, maybe '94
    They'll have a Fat Joe tour
    Coming to your town with the brand new sound
    Representing for the whole Boogie Down
    So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt
    If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse
    That's that, everybody knows the flav
    Misbehave and you'll dig your own grave
    Fat Joe, chopping down trees
    Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.
    Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
    I hope you'll strike me gets a good response
    And if you like the vibe, act like you know
    You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out

    "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

    To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
    And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
    To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
    To my people from Cali
    To my people from Texas
    To my people from Atlanta
    To my people in Detroit
    Everybody in the world just get on up

    "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)

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