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letra de get'em up - txx will

[intro: tech n9ne]
56 n-gga
breed og’s for real
my og from that motherf-cker you know, big scoob
txx will from that motherf-cker
we the bash brothers, n-gga
you know what i mean?
f-ckin marco polo, n-gga
this 56 we talkkin bout
all the homies, n-gga
all real motherf-ckin g’s, n-gga, recognise it

[verse 1: txx will]
they don’t want no trouble with this n-gga throwing knuckles
when it come to getting in scuffles, been in more than a couple
if you want it, fare enough
me and you can square it up
if you wanna pull your dudes, me and my dudes can tear it up
you can see me airing up, nose all flared up
staring like “yeah what”
i don’t give any f-cks
i’m bout to do the fool man, and i ain’t listening
got everybody looking like “why he trippin?”
you don’t wanna p-ss me off, don’t make me hot
cause i’m a motherf-ckin rogue, i represent the block
and i’m on it from the go, and let ‘m know they too slow
spectators be like “oh”, then i drop ‘m to the floor
but for real i’m layed back, man, and i don’t start much
i just atack, man, and i don’t bark much
you better watch your mouth before you find yourself ducking
a real brother coming, and for real it ain’t nothing

[chorus: txx will]
get ‘m up, from the shoulders
that’s how i was raised, i’m a 56 soldier
get ‘m up, and don’t stumble
i keep a throwaway stuffed in my duffle
get ‘m up, on my soul all the time
corner full of n-ggas throwin up gang signs
get ‘m up, if you hustle for a living
that’s the way it goes, i’m a 56 villain
get ‘m up

[verse 2: big scoob]
legendary off the block, i’m a corner dweller
y’all ain’t knowin who it is, it’s the big fella
the finest, not in rhyming, i mean in grinding
[?] catch me on my terf lying
heard it’s rhyming, put my time in, chacing paper grinding
so proud of where i’m from, i would die for it
why i lace my boots and get loose and ride for it
[?] 57 to 56
nothing to it, we can do it, and i’m with this sh-t
soul turned, mind burnt, snapping off of nothing
knuckle face, got the cake, boy these n-ggas bluffin
it’s up, then we busting, [?]
knock his m-ffin, knock his stuffing, he ain’t saying nothing
i don’t struggle, i just rock the duffle
gotta hustle in the muscle, plus i’m doing knuckles
from the shoulder, ain’t nothing colder, i love tussling

[verse 3: txx will]
problem with n-ggas these days is that they scared of the knuckles
they know if they caught a couple to they dreads they gon buckle
so n-ggas think just to like you, and rappers may say they love you
but either one can bust you, and bury you with a shovel
them n-ggas don’t get nothing, when they f-cking with me
except an -ss wooping, take one, and get one free
i got 4 sides, left and rights, [?]
and you be looking silly, when you lose your [?]
sh-t, it ain’t no rules man, when i’m in the fight
might put my thumbs in your eyeb-lls or rock my bite
i got a strap, but i’d rather use my bare hands
beat you down to the ground, i fear no man
and i can drop these f-cking dogs, and leave you clean on your back
and have another motherf-cker come and bring you your hat
i’m from the city where these n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
we grimy and gritty, you don’t feel me, we can get ‘m up

- txx will

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