Gettin'Up

Ay Yo Scratch what up
It's Busta Bust homie
Hey I just got off the phone with
The brother Kamaal Fareed AKA Q-Tip
You know i mean he told me ya'll were
Doing the rea hip-hop remix
To "Getting up"
You know you can't do that without me
On it, let's get it poppin, Cmon!

Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we made still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking through the corridors of my mind
The hideaways and nooks, and things with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still couture
But man this thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and no place for a girl
Amongst the scavengers, I found a pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we calling guts

And we, and we and we ahhh

Now you know what to do

Everybody
Get off your ass you heard what i said
Before i light up a fire under that ass
You see me backing, got the party on smash
And if you want us to get you to hit you better
You see me back to light up this whole shit
That's right we're here to give it to you now stop
Cause its the real

Hello bitch
See the real hip-hop shit is returning
Beat you in ya head until you niggas start learning
Scratch ya veins, fiending, i know my niggas been yearning
For the good cook-up, see the stove and the fire is burning
This shit goes out to whomever this is concerning
From overseas back to the burrws to Mt. Vernon
The games coming back to the truth
Tables are turning, I'ma preach

Bitch lemme give you my Eric Sermon
A lot of niggas is gettin shine they ain't deservin
Ringtone money goin out, they pockets is hurtin
They bitches leave em, see niggas like me and get to flirtin
Take em to the telly poke em now listen how they be cursin
Tip you know this joint is the shit, nigga we workin
We back flooding the street, like we quenching they thirst and
We bodying the situation, we never let up
Get out ya and get off ya ass, everybody get up

Now you know what to do
Everybody
Get off your ass you heard what i said
Before i light up a fire under that ass
You see me backing, got the party on smash
And if you want us to get you to hit you better
You see me back to light up this whole shit
That's right we're here to give it to you now stop
Cause its the real



Credits
Writer(s): Leroy Burgess, Stuart D Bascombe, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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