Man Up lyrics

by

Mike Jones


[Intro: Don P]
EYYYYYYYYY! Yee, hehe
(You don't wanna do that!)
BME Click! It's like...
Every motherf*cker think they run this sh*t, right?
Sell some motherf*cking records first n*gga (Eee eee, ayye!)
Ayyye! It's that n*gga Don P
Trillville! BME Click! Yeeeeeeeeeah!

[Hook: Don P & Lil Atlanta]
All that, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t (Yeah shawty)
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!

[Verse 1: Don P]
Ayyye! Yeeeeeaahh! Aye!
Now err'body wanna f*ckin' have they own label
Wouldn't on the first sh*t to bring to the table
They in they own fantasy somethin' like a fable
Handicap situations, all disabled
I shut 'em down like a computer
Cause ain't nobody f*ckin' with the super producer
Corleone, TrillTown representative
"f*ck Don P!" Man some of y'all too sensitive
*Gun noises*
But you right - f*ck me!
But ain't nun' day you gon' touch me
Talkin' 'bout: "Don P, why you buckin'?
Man you need to chill out get to the money"
I already got it!
And I'm a trill n*gga, I handle all my problems
Besides, I'm all about respect
I'm a man, before anybody checkin'
[Hook: Don P & Lil Atlanta]
All that, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t (Yeah shawty)
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!

[Verse 2: Lil Atlanta]
What you starin at? This ain't no free show
You gon make me c*ck back, hit ya ass in the throat
Don't wanna do dat, hear them thangs click-clack
It goes in ya through the front, comes out through the back
Come and make my night! Love to talk but hate to fight
Once you a b*tch, always a b*tch, it don't go 'way ova night
Man up motherf*cker, man up!
I told you once before, motherf*cker stand up!
Hey!

[Hook: Don P & Lil Atlanta]
All that, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t (Yeah shawty)
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
[Verse 3: Dirty Mouth]
Now if you n*ggas keep playin', you gon' make a n*gga tear a hole
Right through yo chest, is yo flesh, I can see yo soul
You don't wanna do that! I'mma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all that sh*t n*gga and I'mma hit you with the gat
17 times out the barrel of my .45
Four plus five equals nine, goin' through your spine
Sit your ass down ho! Make a move you gotta go
Erase you off the map and beat your ass at your own show
Ain't playin' no games with you lames when it comes to gangsta sh*t
Throwin' up my middle finger, grabbin' on my own di*k
n*ggas think they slick, take your pick, which one you want?
Bullets flyin' through your house or goin' straight through your throat
Make your ass choke with different strokes of my hand movements
Say that you a G in these streets, man you gotta prove it
Next time I see you talkin', talkin' sh*t
I'mma rearrange your mouth and put your ass in a ditch, b*tch!

[Hook: Don P & Lil Atlanta]
All that, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t (Yeah shawty)
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin' that sh*t
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
Man up motherf*cker, man uuup!
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