Get Up Stand Up Lyrics by Rottin Razkals

Get Up Stand Up Lyrics

    Double i, double i (x4)

    [fam]
    Huh yeah, huh
    This is all live, and all real
    Niggaz can't understand it
    I don't know why they can't comprehend
    Heh-heh, heh-heh

    [diesel (fam)- {both}]
    I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of style
    Meanwhile flip a freestyle
    You know what i mean now?
    Cos i've been down and kept down
    Now i'm comin up
    Pack a strap for roughin up
    Don't you think of runnin up
    (this is the music, so just use it to your benefit
    Shit don't hit the fam, my man, unless i stand in it
    (so duck) what? (your face will get bucked up huh)
    You've never been roughed up
    (but i think it's up something)
    All about income, so run your funds
    Yo, we ain't the ones
    (we are your friend with the nines)
    Cos i get slick
    (an' i get tough)
    And we get rough
    (so we gotta get) rough
    (enough's enough, save the chatter
    It don't matter
    Knocked your grill and left, fam
    Cause i'm a grand slam batter)
    Who, when, why? what the fuck's up?
    Give it up for the rugged rough
    {and we them same guys
    That snuffed guys on the last cut}

    Chorus-x4
    Get up, stand up
    Chump, throw your hands up

    [fam (diesel) - {both}]
    Guess what? (what?)
    Hard knuckles in the house
    Swingin bolos at your heads
    Knockin teethes out your mouth
    Hey kids, what's that sound?
    Razkals got it goin
    The word's around the town
    Eat a dick, lick quick
    Like the chick, who's next to get hit
    With a pile of thick shit
    (jump jump in), jump jump out
    (are you ready for the razkals), cos we in the house
    (what?), nigga what?
    (what?), nigga what?
    (like i told you before
    We kick a limp with our strut)
    {don't ask why, who's that guy
    Standin in the corner wid the puffy black eye
    (come, come around)
    Tryin to see what's goin down
    (if you wanna be found)
    Lay around (ill town)
    (what, wha, wha, wha, what)
    Nigga, i don't wanna talk
    Best to go for yourz
    Or have your body lined in chalk

    Chorus-x4

    [fam (diesel)]
    It aint' easy being greasy
    It's like greasy, that ain't easy
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    When a sleazy hoe please me
    (i used to swing a thing
    Now swingin shit harder to deal with it
    Take the bass to your face
    And make sure a nigga feelin it
    (peel it, reveal it)
    The skill, can i get ill with it?
    (yes, you can, if you're really fuckin feelin it)
    I split your tongue with my fist
    If you swung and you missed
    Like i told you before
    My 10 knuckles don't miss
    When i'm pissed
    (who could it be
    But the diesel mc
    Used to try to down my style
    Now you're tryin to sound like me)
    I got the knack to rip a track
    (just place your bat)
    Leave you with some shoulders in the ass crack, jack
    (so you gotta), hit hard
    (hold your door), or get scarred
    (posse full of vic's
    Straight niggas from the jail yard)

    [fam]
    Nigga push that shit
    Push it, push it, nigga
    Yeah, yeah

    Chorus-x4

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