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letra de get up stand up - sheek louch

(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-gg-z throw your motherf-ckin hands up
get up, stand up – throw your hands up
all y’all pretty b-tches throw your motherf-ckin 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-tch don’t act right, whatever put that b-tch on the next flight
whatever n-gg- step in your way, hit his -ss 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-tchin
and your security as p-ssy as you are
the burners come out, his big -ss be the first to the car
i got goons that’ll make it spark, and i don’t gotta throw a blow
n-gg-z ready to stage dive like they linkin park
the hood love a n-gg- cause i ain’t above a n-gg-
i eat the same sh-t in the hood as another n-gg-
white tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a n-gg-
get the h-ll 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-tches close drapes
cause my product, ultramagnetic like kool keith
this for my hood n-gg-z sellin sticky by the sto’
i rip your hottest mc like eenie mynie moe
f-ck dough i do it for fun, “juice” like bishop
“american pie” n-gg-, 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-gg-, that try to run game on a n-gg-
i bring pain on a n-gg-

(chorus)

(sheek louch)
hey yo f-ck that n-gg-, buck that n-gg-
chase him to the roof, somebody cut that n-gg-
pushed 1100, one wheel up (c’mon sheek)
lil’ entrepeneur; sh-t, i’m already one deal up (d-block)
grants to a bird – okay, i ain’t sell a lot
but sh-t 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 -ss 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 c-ke n-gg-z can’t afford
i’m the town n-gg-z haven’t toured
i got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few
but first this is what y’all motherf-ckers 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!

- sheek louch

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