Pastor Troy: Get em' up

(feat. Lil' Pete)[Hook: 8x]My niggas (Get 'em up)My bitches (Get 'em up)[Verse 1: Lil' Pete]It's Pete babyYou best of recognizeGrab my gold teeth babyOne of the good guysSay she's a freak babyTell me what's up thenU wanna freakI wanna freakThen we can freak thenLiving this life of sinDrinking bout everydaySmoking bout everyday, in that gray EscaladeI hit my nigga Dre'Dre' what's the word dawgI got bout twenty-three ways let's go ball dawgHelp me burn down dis logThis dro' to much for meIt's getting hard to seeBut they can't stop a g'Living delicatelyAnd I'm going put 'em up [2x]And I'm going keep 'em up[Hook: 8x]My niggas (Get 'em up)My bitches (Get 'em up)[Verse 2: S.M.K.]Sometimes I feel like I'm going dieThat's why I keep a toneCause ain't no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrongSome nigga ackin like he badNow he long goneI'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral homeCause I just got out the institution cause I'm crazy joneAnd a nigga think I'm bullshitting with them masses onCome on, come on everybody come onNigga we readySo whatever you wanna get onBreaking niggas off the top what I spit onFucking niggas up with the shit they better get onBoy you don't wanna make me have to pull a get goneI'ma get to bucking with my muthafucking toneLeave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone?? with the acapella toneFrom Memphis to Atlanta getting bust in domesStick with the niggas in BulletProof it's onThen shout with the chrome glock to the knockAnother muthafucker test me I think not[Hook: 8x]My niggas (Get 'em up)My bitches (Get 'em up)[Verse 3:]See I ride with the chromeOut of town finna clownKeep ya phone on wrongSideways in the whipEvery time when I dip through the hood it's onEverything after making the greenI kind of hate when ya hate mineIrritated when ya waited for the onlineNever hard to findWhen we all gone shine [2x]Get ya cheese onMy niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for thatBut you better stay strapped with the gatEverytime when the hugger make contactReal niggas got push 'em all backIn the mist of dustLike my guns when we comeThis ain't no test execution my sonNightmares after twelveThey catching hellMillionairesSo we don't careCause all my niggas posting bail, uhSometimes I feel like a nutSometimes I don'tThinking that I won't get 'em left on the sceneLike no what I meanNigga no what I mean[Hook: 8x]My niggas (Get 'em up)My bitches (Get 'em up)