A3 - Get Em Up lyrics

rate me

(feat. D-Reck)

[talking:]

What's up baby, it's A3 coming at ya know I'm tal'n bout

We wrecking shop, 2003 you know I'm tal'n bout

We bringing hat on niggaz baby, know I'm saying

All that plexing get pushed to the side, know I'm saying

Cause it's going down up in here, ain't nothing but a bunch of chilling

Going on, know I'm tal'n bout for real, sliding off to it

[Hook x2]

Throw your hood up high, (go on get em up)

If you balling for real, (eye to eye nigga what)

Let the broke stay broke, (man we hustling fa sho)

No need to say mo', (if it ain't about do')

[A3:]

For all my niggaz, running the game

Cause this is the reign to bring pain, loving it mayn

It's a strain to the brain, when you struggling for change

Life in the fast lane, hustling till the cash came

If you get it then you got it, if you don't then you won't

Playa before you want, figure out the do's and don'ts

I'ma give it to ya, the way it's 'pose to be gave

Automatic brigade, niggaz gon bleed hey

This world made to be paid, by winners losers and cheaters

I live in the land on, for body bags and bleeders

Mugs catch slugs, you hustling or you thug

Up coming up out the mud, niggaz throw your hands up

[Hook x2]

[D-Reck:]

We cock-cock (knock-knock), and unlock the do'

(one pop) one drop, now hit the flo'

Now wave em high (to the sky), so all eyes can see

Who the hell making mail, where my ballers be

This ain't a Jelly-Jam Broham, when he entered the spot

Shocked and rocked nonstop, while the champagne pop

Hit the do' front and center, iced up like winter

That shoe-shoe and loo-ooing, when they chick and us

If you making that money, and you getting that do'

Represent your hood, and let these motherfuckers know

This our sight's not nice, just to keep it nice

Don't do our stance, this is man and mic

And I might entice, her to spend the night

But she gotta be a winner, work her thizzle right

[Hook x2]

[A3:]

Just take a second and pause, some of these niggaz be pretending to ball

Hollin' out they got it all, (ay can I spit) hell naw

Making excuses trying to throw you off, simple and plain

Don't believe the words out of niggaz mouth, watch what you talk

Some haters, hover just like a hawk

You find yourself in the situation, that they done brought

Killing your name, niggaz twisted in the rap game

Phony busters is side swiping, for fortune and fame

I maintain, keep tripping and get caught slipping

Don't think a playa won't click ya, commits to chest ripping

I'm one of the best at what I do, when I do what the hell I come to do

You don't wanna see the 3 let loose, with the tool

[Hook x2]

[outro]

Your left, your left

Your left, right, left [x4]