D12 Git Up Lyrics: [Eminem] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club 11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns Vandles vo vandles, bananas in our flannels Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles So ban us, bo ban us, banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us To come up bum rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions, Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up You know we fin to loc when we mix coke with coconut rum up Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people posted up See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you wont get up And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up Heater no heater, automatic no matic Mag or no mag it dont matter if I have or dont have it You never know when im packin' so you just dont want no static And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli Really dont even be silly, homie you dont know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin ...
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