Get Up Get Down - Remastered

Stepping up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck

Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika)

Yeap the diction is on point

Causing, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti

Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties

Niggie tripping why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit

See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip

Peep the correct way to get your pimp on

Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong

Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her

If I'm swinging for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her

Ninety-five's on popping, representing I keep stomping

Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbing

I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive

I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga

Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good

I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood

You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size

Have you going down like Mary J. Blige

When it's popping like this, you can't be a coward

Shorty freaks fucking beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers

No toleration, for fakers and busters

Fucking with me with all honesty

You get bombed rap songs coming constantly

Bumping G-15's, Westside scene

Killing the competition, while making a fucking green

So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie

And I want you to know G

We bust and cuss and kick up dust

Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us

So what's the time? It's time to get real

Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up dust

Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us

So what's the time? It's time to get real

Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I feel

Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies

I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny

How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?

I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggas wear beanies

Busting lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe

If you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show

For I stage show beat em up

40 Thevz getting busy rocking coast to coast

Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up

Giving it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop em and then pop em

For popping like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nothing

Cause I been ruffing and scuffing so give it up when I'm busting or get to ducking

Cause I ain't given em nothing

Fools can't get none, so fuck em

Let me rock the motherfucking mic

Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night

I got jabs like a welterweight champion

The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packing

Quick to get it cracking

Went from jacking to rapping to running with a pack of mad men

Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin

Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like

Lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner

Fucking with a winner, number one contender top dog

Head nigga in charge running with a group of hogs

40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar

Best to put your daughter

Wack ass rappers get tossed up

Trying to come in here with that garbage

My crew see the dopest and the hardest

So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed

We bust and cuss and kick up dust

Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us

So what's the time? It's time to get real

Why you bust your rhyme? Cause we got skills

I peep game and get recognized, buying all the hard liquor

Toothpick and beedy-dying

Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way

Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt

And ain't nothing cracking

For them niggas stepping up with the funk I'm packing Tinactin

Cause I be earning stripes in tight bunches

All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches

What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend

Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often

Jaywalking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and

John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and

Cee-Arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin

Stalking lofts men to New York and in between

So take caution, leave the flossing for dental hygiene

Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard

The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity

Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton

Niggas player hating cause I spoke like a Dayton

I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when

CMB came strolling

Blowing niggas up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smoking

Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma

So bitch-ass niggas better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas

We don't give a fuck, fools better duck

39 deep in the back of Wino's truck

Like robbing in the paint, fool think I ain't?

Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pulling rank

I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to

Kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota

The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk

And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk

I bring death to the evil and power to the people

My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle

Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump

And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck

And you don't want no motherfucking problems here

Cause I can round up a posse like Paul Revere

Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out

Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out

Fresh out the penalty box

Sporting a stocking cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks

The freestyle finatic psychosomatic back at it causing static

With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket

The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha

Bringing more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia

Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, taking over pissing in your stage monitor

Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams

You best to wake up and apologize

Niggas penitentiary yearn me cause I, burn like Parker

But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers

The lyrical night stalker stalking at night in a pair of creased Khakis

Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight

Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle

Ay man! Ay ay

What's up Wino?

Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here

Are we out?

Yeah yeah fuck it

Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch!