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loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\nYeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\nSee you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\nAnd can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\nThey just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\nHeater no heater, automatic no matic\nMac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\nYou never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\nAnd open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\nRisk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\nReally homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\nYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\nFuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\nGit Up Now!\nLet's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\nIt's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\nWe're gonna get it crackalatin\nWhat you waitin for the wait is over\nSay no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\nGit Up Now!\nNotice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\nYou motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\nWe bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\nQuit, procrastinatin'\nWhat the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\nI keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\nAnd automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\nYou get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\nTempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\nWhen the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\nInglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\nI'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n\nSnatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\nWhen I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\nWhen I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\nAt the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n\nNow it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\nIn furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\nCause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\nIt's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\nGrippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\nPyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\nAnd maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\nAnd since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first\nI dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile\nSo go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth\nAnd it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle\n\nKunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\nAnd a glock that you stop you from waking\nBullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\nA Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife\nHit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight\n\nGit Up Now!\nLet's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\nIt's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\nWe're gonna get it crackalatin\nWhat you waitin for the wait is over\nSay no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n\nGit Up Now!\nNotice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\nYou motherfuckers dont listen, I said\nWe bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\nQuit, procrastinatin'\nWhat the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\nYeah D12, we\nRunyan Ave soldiers\nAmityville\nWho the fuck want it with us?\nNobody","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.81] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n[00:13.11] Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club\n[00:15.44] 11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's\n[00:18.46] How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans\n[00:21.22] Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us\n[00:23.92] Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns\n[00:26.93] Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels\n[00:29.81] Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles\n[00:32.47] Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas\n[00:35.23] Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded\n[00:37.83] Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us\n[00:40.63] To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of\n[00:43.78] Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions\n[00:46.25] Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up\n[00:49.29] Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\n[00:52.04] You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\n[00:54.89] Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\n[00:57.47] See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n[01:00.38] And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n[01:03.18] They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n[01:06.00] Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n[01:08.74] Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n[01:11.37] You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n[01:14.16] And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n[01:17.06] Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n[01:19.82] Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n[01:22.74] You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n[01:25.52] Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n[01:28.47] Git Up Now!\n[01:29.41] Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n[01:31.05] It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n[01:33.58] We're gonna get it crackalatin\n[01:34.93] What you waitin for the wait is over\n[01:37.09] Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n[01:39.15] Git Up Now!\n[01:40.36] Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n[01:42.21] You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n[01:44.18] We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n[01:46.17] Quit, procrastinatin'\n[01:47.49] What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n[01:50.21] I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\n[01:52.90] And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\n[01:56.72] You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\n[02:01.69] Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\n[02:04.36] When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\n[02:07.12] Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\n[02:10.03] I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n[02:12.65] Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\n[02:15.10] When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\n[02:17.91] When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\n[02:20.74] At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n[02:24.20] Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\n[02:26.44] In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\n[02:29.52] Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\n[02:32.47] It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\n[02:35.42] Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\n[02:38.13] Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\n[02:40.92] And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\n[02:43.33] And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first\n[02:46.01] I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile\n[02:48.84] So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth\n[02:51.88] And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle\n[02:54.00] Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\n[02:57.28] And a glock that you stop you from waking\n[02:59.68] Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\n[03:02.05] A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife\n[03:06.24] Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight\n[03:08.79] Git Up Now!\n[03:10.04] Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n[03:11.91] It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n[03:14.39] We're gonna get it crackalatin\n[03:15.75] What you waitin for the wait is over\n[03:17.72] Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n[03:19.92] Git Up Now!\n[03:21.14] Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n[03:22.98] You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n[03:25.04] We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n[03:27.08] Quit, procrastinatin'\n[03:28.34] What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n[03:33.94] Yeah D12, we\n[03:46.10] Runyan Ave soldiers\n[03:50.19] Amityville\n[03:52.95] Who the fuck want it with us?\n[03:59.84] Nobody\n[04:01.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Git Up\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n  start_ms: 10810\n  end_ms: 13110\n- text: Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club\n  start_ms: 13110\n  end_ms: 15440\n- text: 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comes trouble in the club\n  11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's\n  How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans\n  Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us\n  Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns\n  Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels\n  Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles\n\n  Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas\n  Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded\n  Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us\n  To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of\n  Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions\n  Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up\n  Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\n  You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\n  Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\n  See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n  And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\n  They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\n  Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n  And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n  Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n  Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\n  You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n  Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\n  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  Quit, procrastinatin'\n  What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\n  I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\n  And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\n  You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\n  Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\n  When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\n  Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\n  I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n\n  Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\n  When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\n  When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\n  At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n\n  Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\n  In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\n  Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to 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you dont know me really\n\nYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\nFuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\nGit Up Now!\nLet's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\nIt's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\nWe're gonna get it crackalatin\nWhat you waitin for the wait is over\nSay no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\nGit Up Now!\nNotice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\nYou motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\nWe bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\nQuit, procrastinatin'\nWhat the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\nI keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\nAnd automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\nYou get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\nTempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\nWhen the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\nInglewood, steepin' 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procrastinatin'\nWhat the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\nI keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\nAnd automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\nYou get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\nTempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\nWhen the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\nInglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\nI'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n\nSnatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\nWhen I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\nWhen I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\nAt the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n\nNow it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\nIn furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\nCause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\nIt's sickening, you 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Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\n  And a glock that you stop you from waking\n  Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\n  A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife\n  Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  Quit, procrastinatin'\n  What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\n  Yeah D12, we\n  Runyan Ave soldiers\n  Amityville\n  Who the fuck want it with us?\n  Nobody\n"},{"id":23783914,"name":"Git Up","trackName":"Git Up","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 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They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\n  Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n  And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n  Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n  Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\n  You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n  Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\n  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  Quit, procrastinatin'\n  What the fuck you 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quit hatin\n[01:39.15]Git Up Now!\n[01:40.36]Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n[01:42.21]You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n[01:44.18]We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n[01:46.17]Quit, procrastinatin'\n[01:47.49]What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n[01:50.21]I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\n[01:52.90]And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\n[01:56.72]You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\n[02:01.69]Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\n[02:04.36]When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\n[02:07.12]Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\n[02:10.03]I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n[02:12.65]Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\n[02:15.10]When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\n[02:17.91]When I'm blowed, I'll 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whole club up\n  Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\n  You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\n  Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\n  See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n  And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\n  They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\n  Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n  And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n  Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n  Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\n  You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n  Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\n  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  Quit, procrastinatin'\n  What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\n  I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\n  And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\n  You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\n  Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\n  When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\n  Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\n  I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n\n  Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\n  When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\n  When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\n  At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n\n  Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\n  In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\n  Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\n  It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\n  Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\n  Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\n  And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\n  And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first\n  I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile\n  So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth\n  And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle\n\n  Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\n  And a glock that you stop you from waking\n  Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\n  A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and 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16's\nHow the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans\nNina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us\nSome shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns\nVanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels\nHands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles\n\nVannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas\nWho come back all bananas, banana clips loaded\nManagers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us\nTo come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of\nMotherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions\nReady set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up\nFixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\nYou know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\nYeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\nSee you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\nAnd can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\nThey just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your 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Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels\n  Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles\n\n  Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas\n  Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded\n  Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us\n  To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of\n  Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions\n  Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up\n  Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\n  You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\n  Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\n  See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n  And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\n  They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\n  Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want 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quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\nTempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\nWhen the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\nInglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\nI'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n\nSnatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\nWhen I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\nWhen I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\nAt the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n\nNow it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\nIn furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\nCause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\nIt's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\nGrippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\nPyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\nAnd maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\nAnd since you jumpin' in front of 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Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\n[00:52.04] You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\n[00:54.89] Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\n[00:57.47] See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n[01:00.38] And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n[01:03.18] They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n[01:06.00] Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n[01:08.74] Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n[01:11.37] You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n[01:14.16] And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n[01:17.06] Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n[01:19.82] Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n[01:22.74] You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n[01:25.52] Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n[01:28.47] Git Up Now!\n[01:29.41] 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Who the fuck want it with us?\n  Nobody\n"},{"id":23759536,"name":"Git Up","trackName":"Git Up","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World [Disc 01]","duration":243.330625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\nReady or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club\n11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's\nHow the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans\nNina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us\nSome shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns\nVanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels\nHands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles\n\nVannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas\nWho come back all bananas, banana clips loaded\nManagers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us\nTo come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of\nMotherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions\nReady set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up\nFixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\nYou know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\nYeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\nSee you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\nAnd can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\nThey just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\nHeater no heater, automatic no matic\nMac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\nYou never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\nAnd open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\nRisk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\nReally homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\nYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\nFuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\nGit Up Now!\nLet's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\nIt's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\nWe're gonna get it crackalatin\nWhat you waitin for the wait is 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nigga\n\nNow it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\nIn furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\nCause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\nIt's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\nGrippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\nPyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\nAnd maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\nAnd since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first\nI dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile\nSo go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth\nAnd it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle\n\nKunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\nAnd a glock that you stop you from waking\nBullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\nA Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife\nHit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight\n\nGit Up Now!\nLet's get it crackin, Git, It's 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See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n  And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\n  They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\n  Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n  And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n  Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n  Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\n  You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n  Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You 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wanna chance to\nRisk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\nReally homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\nYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\nFuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\nGit Up Now!\nLet's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\nIt's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\nWe're gonna get it crackalatin\nWhat you waitin for the wait is over\nSay no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\nGit Up Now!\nNotice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\nYou motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\nWe bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\nQuit, procrastinatin'\nWhat the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\nI keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\nAnd automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\nYou get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\nTempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, 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misunderstanding\n  start_ms: 144200\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149520\n- text: Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\n  start_ms: 149520\n  end_ms: 152470\n- text: It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\n  start_ms: 152470\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 163330\n- text: And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first\n  start_ms: 163330\n  end_ms: 166010\n- text: I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile\n  start_ms: 166010\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171880\n- text: And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle\n  start_ms: 171880\n  end_ms: 174000\n- text: Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\n  start_ms: 174000\n  end_ms: 177280\n- text: And a glock that you stop you from waking\n  start_ms: 177280\n  end_ms: 179680\n- text: Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\n  start_ms: 179680\n  end_ms: 182050\n- text: A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife\n  start_ms: 182050\n  end_ms: 186240\n- text: Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight\n  start_ms: 186240\n  end_ms: 188790\n- text: Git Up Now!\n  start_ms: 188790\n  end_ms: 190040\n- text: Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  start_ms: 190040\n  end_ms: 191910\n- text: It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  start_ms: 191910\n  end_ms: 194390\n- text: We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  start_ms: 194390\n  end_ms: 195750\n- text: What you waitin for the wait is over\n  start_ms: 195750\n  end_ms: 197720\n- text: Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n  start_ms: 197720\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: Git Up Now!\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 201140\n- text: Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  start_ms: 201140\n  end_ms: 202980\n- text: You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n  start_ms: 202980\n  end_ms: 205040\n- text: We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  start_ms: 205040\n  end_ms: 207080\n- text: Quit, procrastinatin'\n  start_ms: 207080\n  end_ms: 208340\n- text: What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n  start_ms: 208340\n  end_ms: 213940\n- text: Yeah D12, we\n  start_ms: 213940\n  end_ms: 226100\n- text: Runyan Ave soldiers\n  start_ms: 226100\n  end_ms: 230190\n- text: Amityville\n  start_ms: 230190\n  end_ms: 232950\n- text: Who the fuck want it with us?\n  start_ms: 232950\n  end_ms: 239840\n- text: Nobody\n  start_ms: 239840\n  end_ms: 241020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 241020\nplain: |-\n  10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n  Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club\n  11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's\n  How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans\n  Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us\n  Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns\n  Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels\n  Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles\n\n  Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas\n  Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded\n  Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us\n  To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of\n  Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions\n  Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up\n  Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up\n  You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up\n  Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up\n  See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up\n  And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up\n\n  They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up\n\n  Heater no heater, automatic no matic\n  Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it\n  You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static\n  And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to\n  Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli\n  Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really\n\n  You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy\n  Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n\n  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  Quit, procrastinatin'\n  What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\n  I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out\n  And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently\n  You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me\n  Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run\n  When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood\n  Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone\n  I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole\n\n  Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe\n  When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam\n  When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll\n  At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga\n\n  Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding\n  In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing\n  Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction\n  It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it\n  Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic\n  Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats\n  And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst\n  And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first\n  I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile\n  So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth\n  And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle\n\n  Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle\n  And a glock that you stop you from waking\n  Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans\n  A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife\n  Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin\n  It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin\n  We're gonna get it crackalatin\n  What you waitin for the wait is over\n  Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin\n\n  Git Up Now!\n  Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf\n  You motherfuckers dont listen, I said\n  We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'\n  Quit, procrastinatin'\n  What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin\n\n  Yeah D12, we\n  Runyan Ave soldiers\n  Amityville\n  Who the fuck want it with us?\n  Nobody\n"}]