Eminem Git Up (Feat. D-12) Lyrics

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M-16's
How the f___ we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, two nina's, a piece and they don't even see us
Some s___ pops off we squeeze each one, they gonna think it's machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
So, vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers, and the club owners, the m_________ers don't want us
To come up on and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
m_________ers from Runyon, steady poppin' them onions
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin' to get into some s___, just itchin' to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mix c__e with c__e and nut rum up
So yeah, yeah, oh what up, see my people throw s___ up
See you talk that hoe s___ now, when you down you won't get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop a__, you don't wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, milli mac or mac milli
Really woody don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dealy
f___ it let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!

CHORUS [Eminem]
Get up now! Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'
This D-12 is back in this b____, uh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalatin'
What you waitin' for the wait is over
Say no more for tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'
Get up now! Notice you're sittin', what the f___ is you deaf
You m_________ers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this m_________er crackalatin', quit, procrastinatin'
What the f___ you waitin' for get off the wall and quit hatin'
Get up now!

[Swift]
I keep a s___ load of bullets a pit bull to pull it out
And automatically explode on m_________ers until they mouth be closed
Permanently, you get burned until I quickly
You cannot hit me n____s too terrified to come get me
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' leave your blood
Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
s_____ you out our home, like eviction notices hoe
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll at the toll
When I'm sober I'm p___e to roll up and disconnect your soul, n____

[Kuniva]
Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'
In furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'
'Cause n____s don't know the difference, you b____es just stick to fiction
It's sickenin', you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, rippin' it
Grippin' the pump, and who wanna f___ with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac Shady cats with eighty gats
And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with somethin' vigor and versatile
So run and record you verses now while you got a mouth
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle
And a glock that you will stop you from walkin'
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans an indian giver
n____, we back in your life and back in your wife
Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight

Chorus

[Bizarre]
Hahaha, yeah, D-12, we baacckk
Haha, (Get up now!)
Hahahaha, Runyon Ave soldiers, Amityville
Who the f___ want it with us
Nobody! {*laughs*}