Clipping - Get Up lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Game don't wait (heavy, wait!)
Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind muthafucka can't be late (hol' up wait)
Fuck a 9 to 5, push work state to state (shit)
No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates
Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate
Tally how you're married to the game
She fuckin' errybody but ya still put a ring on it, on it
Keep it 100, homies
Home is where the homies
Home is where the homies got yo back
Get yo backpack get
Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit
Slangin' crack beats cracks in the sack I really yack
But the Glock cocked back, lay anotha body flat
(Hook)
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle til' they cut em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip & a bud fo' sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it!
(Verse 2)
Hustlin' is a habit so they say
This is fo' the G's who wasn't trippin' & neva knew any otha way
Otha ways of gettin' $, not many do not require a degree of separation
From the streets ya gettin' paid in
In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high
& she high while doin' it, so see why
Sumebody who isn't from it might not understand how ya body a body in otha words
(I'd like to just kill a man)
& still a gram is a gram & nobody is Instagramin'
They killin' on Cypress Hill & they still is squeezin' the hammers
Police is beyond the scanners, these sum of sequius bandits
& brandish
The fly's a function
Ya fuck a figurous fashion that flash on a muthafucka
Ya fuckin' seein' the passion fo'gettin' the hunga
This the jungle, time to get active & crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set
But set's up & no 2nd guessin' here in the street people sweatin' fo' the $
(Hook)
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle til' they cut em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip & a bud fo' sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it!
(Verse 3)
No time fo' wifey's babies or otha collateral damage
Checkin' fo' snitches, they be the 1s order tacos in Spanish
Always thinkin' that they blendin' in
But then sendin' them telegrams to the rollers - they bitches
Not meanin' meanin', fuck it, ain't no explainin'
Get the fuck up & push cocaine
All these fuckers gon' sleep all day
But if ya suck up and stuck up 1 of these bucks
Knock it then lace it up 'em chucks no Taylor Ganging
This shit is grimy & dirty, clothes stankin' while ya slangin'
Get up out to the blacktop, backpack fo' the crack rock
Take sum' to the cops and spout where they knock a neighborhood watch
Watch him! Learn the code if 'em eyes are closed
That means he sleepin' on his feet & been out in the cold
& if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action & got back up on the toes
Study all of yo fractions, get up on the honor roll
Roll the marijuana then flip the hoodie up & get ghost
(Hook)
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle til' they cut em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip & a bud fo' sale
& if ya tryna take this spot, betta think twice
This ain't play time, you're fuckin' wit my life
I'mma do what I got to do 2 get my mail
I got to get mine, I got to get it!
