Sheek Louch - Get Up Stand Up (feat. Redman) lyrics

(Redman) Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two) One two, one two check mic (yeah) Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?) Yo, hey yo (Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman) Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug n***as throw your motherf**in hands up Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All y'all pretty b**hes throw your motherf**in hands up (Sheek Louch) Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other day I opened, I read it, and this is what it say It's time for you to get yo' stack right The b**h don't act right, whatever put that b**h on the next flight Whatever n***a step in your way, hit his a** with the K And leave his body where his children'll play I cook somethin up like Emeril's kitchen I put the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's b**hin And your security as p**y as you are The burners come out, his big a** be the first to the car I got goons that'll make it spark, and I don't gotta throw a blow n***as ready to stage dive like they Linkin Park The hood love a n***a cause I ain't above a n***a I eat the same sh** in the hood as another n***a White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a n***a Get the hell up out your seats and everybody jump (Chorus) (Redman) Yo - yo Sheek lemme get some of that, yo Aiyyo my uzi weigh a ton, Redman half baked I'm smokin pounds, you hang around with Nasty Nate The great dane straight change, b**hes close drapes Cause my product, Ultramagnetic like Kool Keith This for my hood n***as sellin sticky by the sto' I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe f** dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop "American Pie" n***a, hit your momma like Stiffler Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two" I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe So I'm determined, like AJ after Free I don't play games I'm grown, on 26 chrome Inside of my truck is ESPN Zone Shame on a n***a, that try to run game on a n***a I bring pain on a n***a (Chorus) (Sheek Louch) Hey yo f** that n***a, buck that n***a Chase him to the roof, somebody cut that n***a Pushed 1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek) Lil' entrepeneur; sh**, I'm already one deal up (D-Block) Grants to a bird - okay, I ain't sell a lot But sh** Jigga ain't go platinum 'til his third I'm one song away, but you would think I did How the house got that long a** drive-a-way Benz in the back, doors do Karate Kid If they knew I get the same time Gotti did 240 when it's floored, trey pound on my lap Beyonce bobblehead on the dashboard Can't be ignored, I'm the coke n***as can't afford I'm the town n***as haven't toured I got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few But first this is what y'all motherf**ers gotta do (Chorus) (Redman) Yeah, Brick City, all the way to Yonkers baby We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby! We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby! Yo Funk Doc, Sheek Louch, you know what it is baby Gilla House, D-Block!