Get The f*ck Up Now lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro]
So dangerous

[Verse 1]
Banks is gettin' money, money ain't gettin' him
Him sittin' his whip on 23 inch rims
Why would I spend my money on tints
When I got my bombers hooded up with the llamas
Your crib ain't even bigger than my mama's, with that
Can send your local high school to college
I'm here to inspire, you should pay knowledge
A hood n*gga way out in the Bahamas
I'm on tour so you probably won't find us
In your barber shop, I got a barber with liners
Banks grew kinda hard with piranhas
My closet the size of a clothing designers
You're now rockin' with New York City's finest
Shuttin' down the club, bunch of n*ggas right behind us
Now I'm dealin' with a bunch of pre Madonnas
I take 'em to the crib, bend over the recliners, yeah

[Chorus]
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know it's gangstas in this town so
Throw up your set, ma come to the front
Now show me somethin', yeah that's what I want, uh
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know how y'all get down in this town so
Light up your weed, ma come to the front
Now poke it out, yeah that's what I want
[Verse 2]
I'm fresh, dress like a million bucks
[?] my green chinchilla and my trillion cuts
Inspired by the n*ggas that I trust
So if you buy my sh*t then you should buy Buck's
There's a lot of rappers lettin' off steam
'Cause I'm gettin' money and my jewelry all green
Some of the brightest sh*t you ever seen
My whole team so fresh and so clean
I'm down south where they sippin' on lean
And lil K's, strays'll hit you in the beam
I'm a bachelor, I ain't lookin' for a queen
A Southside baller's the "American Dream"
Bein' nosy'll get you behind a beam
So if ain't yo beef try not to intervene
I got a pack of Mary Jane in my jean
If I blow it in the sky we gon' all be high

[Chorus]
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know it's gangstas in this town so
Throw up your set, ma come to the front
Now show me somethin', yeah that's what I want, uh
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know how y'all get down in this town so
Light up your weed, ma come to the front
Now poke it out, yeah that's what I want, uh
[Verse 3]
I'm hot n*gga, you fools ain't the same
I'm speedin' don't give a f*ck who's in my lane
I got a couple loose screw in my brain
I die over this, I ain't removin' my chain (Oh no)
You caught brick but who is to blame
Your fans turn they backs on you and it's a shame (Damn)
I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' to Hawaii (Ay year)
Sippin' on colada (Ay year)
Lyin' with a hottie
I'm up top drinkin', n*ggas in here schemin'
But I ain't leavin 'cause I'm here with my gat
But lay low for a second [?] get your attention
Now back on the bench and, I'm back
With them your fan blades spinnin' on a Lac
And you can't see inside 'cause the window's all black
I had respect now I take it all back (Uh huh)
'Cause you's a celebrity walkin' 'round with a rat

[Chorus]
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know it's gangstas in this town so
Throw up your set, ma come to the front
Now show me somethin', yeah that's what I want, uh
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know how y'all get down in this town so
Light up your weed, ma come to the front
Now poke it out, yeah that's what I want, uh
[Outro]
Yeah!
Ha
Uh
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
Uh, uh
I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
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I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
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I need y'all to get the f*ck up now
I know it's gangstas in this town
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