[Pharoahe Monch]
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GET THE FUCK UP!
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Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
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Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
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Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
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Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
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Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
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New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
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In the midst of the calm, the witty
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[Lady Luck]
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Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP!
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Luck said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
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Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up
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I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
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Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
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Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
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Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game
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I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards
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Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
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Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
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Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
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Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
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Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
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Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
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When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
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My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme
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Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacular
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Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
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Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya
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Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
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OWWW! Fellas pull ya cock out
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On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
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Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
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Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
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The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave
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Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
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Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
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Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
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That's seven shots for Tupac
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Seven for Biggie Smalls
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Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
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How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
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Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed
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[Redman]
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Yo yo get the fuck up
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Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"
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I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
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I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler
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Snuff her, then my boys follow up
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Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up
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I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
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I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
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Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
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I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
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I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
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Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
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I need fifty feet when my performance starts
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I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
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Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
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Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
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Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
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[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods
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Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold over
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I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders
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Yeah GET THE FUCK UP!
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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Simon Says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
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Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
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[Redman]
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Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup!
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Girls, rub on ya titties
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(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties
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Brick City gritty committee
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Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty
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[Method Man]
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Yo yo get the fuck up
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Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up
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Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
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Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
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Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
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We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
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Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
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And you and your mic can ease on down the road
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Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
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Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
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Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
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Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
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Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
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Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
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Here's a Tunnel banger
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Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
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This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
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Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
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Just so you can feel me
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| The same way I'ma feel this wor |
