Pastor Troy - Get 'Em Up lyrics

Hook: 8x My n***as (Get 'em up) My b**hes (Get 'em up) Verse 1: Lil' Pete It's Pete baby You best of recognize Grab my gold teeth baby One of the good guys Say she's a freak baby Tell me what's up then U wanna freak I wanna freak Then we can freak then Living this life of sin Drinking bout everyday Smoking bout everyday, in that gray Escalade I hit my n***a Dre' Dre' what's the word dawg I got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawg Help me burn down dis log This dro' to much for me It's getting hard to see But they can't stop a g' Living delicately And I'm going put 'em up 2x And I'm going keep 'em up Hook: 8x My n***as (Get 'em up) My b**hes (Get 'em up) Verse 2: S.M.K Sometimes I feel like I'm going die That's why I keep a tone Cause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a n***a wrong Some n***a ackin like he bad Now he long gone I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home Cause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy jone And a n***a think I'm bullsh**ting with them ma**es on Come on, come on everybody come on n***a we ready So whatever you wanna get on Breaking n***as off the top what I spit on f**ing n***as up with the sh** they better get on Boy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get gone I'ma get to bucking with my muthaf**ing tone Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone ???? with the acapella tone From Memphis to Atlanta getting bust in domes Stick with the n***as in BulletProof it's on Then shout with the chrome Glock to the knock Another muthaf**er test me I think not Hook: 8x My n***as (Get 'em up) My b**hes (Get 'em up) Verse 3: See I ride with the chrome Out of town finna clown Keep ya phone on wrong Sideways in the whip Every time when I dip through the hood it's on Everything after making the green I kind of hate when ya hate mine Irritated when ya waited for the online Never hard to find When we all gone shine 2x Get ya cheese on My n***as gotta hustle for that, juggle for that But you better stay strapped with the gat Everytime when the hugger make contact Real n***as got push 'em all back In the mist of dust Like my guns when we come This ain't no test execution my son Nightmares after twelve They catching hell Millionaires So we don't care Cause all my n***as posting bail, uh Sometimes I feel like a nut Sometimes I don't Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene Like no what I mean n***a no what I mean Hook: 8x My n***as (Get 'em up) My b**hes (Get 'em up)