D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) Git up Lyrics:
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Ready or not here
we come, here comes trouble in the club 11, 12,
13, pistols big as M 16's How the fuck we sneak
in with this many heaters in our jeans Nina, 2
nina's, a peace and they dont even see us Some
shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think
its machine guns Vanos vo vano, bananas in our
flannels Hands around our colt handles, hold them
like roman candles Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna
fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banna clips
loaded Managers, bouncers and the club owners,
the motherfuckers dont want us To come up and
rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them
onions, Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear
the whole club up Fixin to get into some shit
just itchin to choke someone up You know we finna
loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you
dont get up And can't sit up your so slit up, the
ambulance wont sew you up They just throw you up
in the trunk once they tag your big toe up Heater
no heater, automatic no matic Mac or no mac it
dont matter if I have or dont have it You never
know what im packin' so you just dont want no
static And open up a whole can of whoop ass you
dont wanna chance to Risk it no biscuit, mili mac
a mac milli Really homie dont be silly, homie you
dont know me really You're just gonna make
yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy Fuck it
lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

[Eminem - Chorus] Git Up Now! Lets get it
crackin, Git, Its on and poppin Its D12 is back
up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin We're
gonna get it crackalatin What you waitin for the
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waiters orders Say no more fo tryin to play the
wall and quit hatin Git Up Now! Notice you're
sittin, what the fuck is you deaf You
motherfuckers dont listen, I said, We bout to get
this motherfucker crackalatin' Quit,
procrastinatin' What the fuck you waitin for get
off the wall and quit hatin

[Swift] I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull
to pull it out (?) And automatically explode on
motherfuckers until they mouth be closed
permanently You get burned until i quickly you
can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug,
people run, When the reaper comes, the
repercussions' gon' leak your blood, Inglewood,
steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on
parole, Snatch you out our home, like eviction
notices hoe, When I unload, I'm known to never
leave witnesses to roam, When I'm blowed, I'll
write the wicked in scroll, At the toll, when I'm
sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your
soul, *****.

[Kuniva] Now it's proven it's about to be a
misunderstanding In furniture moving, bullets
flying, lawyers & mothers suing Cause *****s
don't know the difference, you bitches just stick
to fiction It's sickening, you can't even walk in
my jurisdiction rippin' it, Grippin' the pump and
who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats And maybe
thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you
gon' get it first I dispurse the crowd with
something vigor and versatile So go on and record
you verses now while you got a mouth, And it's
not a joke, it's some kind of riddle, Kunizzle
will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my
equittle, And a glock that ? stop you from
waking, Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even
shoot native americans, A ? *****, we back in you
life and back in your wife, Hit you in the back
with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

[Chorus]
Lyrics: Git up, D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) [end]