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The Game

"Get Up"

[9 second intro to start]

[DJ Quik]
I'm gettin my kicks dirty, I'm blowin my mid-30's
n*ggas they want me buried but, I'm in no hurry
Bullets flyin in flurries, my gat don't work
But I still need one to carry
And I bring the bereavement, when you hit the ce-ment
Police picked me up to talk but I wasn't wordy
I remembered the song that was sang from the birdie
Cause when he whistled he was pushin up that milk thistle, get it?
These stupid n*ggas they ain't playin for keeps
These n*ggas playin for cheaps, they disobeyin the streets
Never fear the inevitable, death will come
And when your breath goes numb, you lookin up to the sheets
I seen it comin and I'm watchin the drama grow
And stressin enough to break the needle and thread where mama sewin
I'm slow-flowin, move back and forth like a boa
Still movin hoes in 2's to the boat, like I was Noah

[Hook: The Game]
Get up, cause n*gga we'll lay you down
You don't wanna be six feet underground
So get up, we don't play around
You gotta watch your back when you outta town
Get up, when you hear the sound
The Compton n*gga's comin back for the crown
So get up, when you feel the pound
And your rest is short, we'll lay you down

[The Game]
Black Air Force Ones, guns under the Louis Vuitton bomber
It ain't like I need armor
I give a n*gga one warning, cause if I get you shot
Then I'm 2Pac and that's bad karma
I came to get my dip on, find me a round-the-way girl
In Gucci slip-ons, I know what you thinkin
This ain't another diss song, why they bleep me and Quik songs
But Snoop and Nate Dogg get they crip on
The West been gone, I'm from Compton
I know firsthand Quik been holdin it down for 10 strong
And Dre got 20 in, all you got to brag about
Is a couple, b*tches and spinnin rims
You wouldn't have a deal if it wasn't no Big
I did 106 & Park with no vid
How he get inside MTV with no spins
No Em, no Dre, I'm the hottest since Jay

[Hook]

[AMG]
AMG n*gga, Dirty West Nile
Any time of the day, you might hear {*POW*}
Fightin up at the club, fightin out on the beach
Here's a word to the wise, bring heat
From the Bay to L.A., the S.D
n*ggas slingin kilos of yay, pounds of weed
You n*ggas need to catch up, cause I'm bound to speed
Pick a car, any car, 24's to D's
And if you like what you see, baby let me know
I let you play with the D back up at the mo'
I need a freak like you hoes be needin rent money
It's 7 days in the week and man they all sunny
80 degrees, tall palm trees
Much too many dimes and too many G's
Everybody know about the B's and C's
sh*t cost a chip, n*gga bring your cheese and

[Hook]

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