Sheek Louch, Redman - Get Up Stand Up lyrics

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

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggas throw
Your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw
Your motherfuckin hands up

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 bitch don't act right
Whatever put that bitch on the next flight
Whatever nigga step in your way
Hit his ass 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 bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out
His big ass be the first to the car
I got goons that'll make it spark
And I don't gotta throw a blow
Niggas ready to stage dive
Like they Linkin Park
The hood love a nigga cause
I ain't above a nigga i eat the same shit in
The hood as another nigga
White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a nigga
Get the hell up out your
Seats and everybody jump

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggas throw
Your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw
Your motherfuckin hands up

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
Bitches close drapes cause my product
Ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
This for my hood niggas sellin
Sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun
"Juice" like Bishop "American Pie" nigga
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 nigga
That try to run game on a nigga
I bring pain on a nigga

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggas throw
Your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw
Your motherfuckin hands up

Hey yo fuck that nigga, buck that nigga
Chase him to the roof
Somebody cut that nigga
Pushed 1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek)
Lil' entrepeneur shit
I'm already one deal up (D-Block)
Grants to a bird - okay, I ain't sell a lot
But shit 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 ass 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 coke niggas can't afford
I'm the town niggas haven't toured
I got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few
But first this is what
Y'all motherfuckers gotta do

Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggas throw
Your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw
Your motherfuckin hands up

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!