Get the f*** up!
Simon says get the f*** up
Throw your hands in the sky
Bruisers in the back sippin' 'gnac, y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your t****** (yeahhh!)
Yeah I said it, rub on your t******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
Act s***** in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name!
Pharoahe f*****' Monch, ain't a d*** thang changed
You all up in the Range and s***, inebriated
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street and s*** it's all good
I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots
Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holdin' up the wall then you missin' the point
Get the f*** up!
Simon says get the f*** up
Put your hands to the sky
Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your t****** (yeahhh!)
f*** it, I said rub on your t******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
Act s***** in the midst of the calm, the witty
Yo, where you at? uptown let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
And s*** don't start pumpin' til after 12 P.M.
Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm
The most obligated, hard and R-rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is s**ist-s-s
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their b******-s-s
Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexuses
This is for either/or Rolies or Timexes-s
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point
Get the f*** up!
Simon says get the f*** up
Throw your hands in the sky
The Bronx is in the back shootin' c***s now what's up?
Girls, rub on your t****** (yeahhh!)
I said rub on your t******
New York City gritty commitee pity the fool that
Act s***** in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru, get the f*** up!
Shaolin, get the f*** up!
Long Isle, get the f*** up!
Worldwide, get the f*** up!
Simon says get the f*** up
Throw your hands in the sky
Bruisers in the back sippin' 'gnac, y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your t****** (yeahhh!)
Yeah I said it, rub on your t******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
Act s***** in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name!
Pharoahe f*****' Monch, ain't a d*** thang changed
You all up in the Range and s***, inebriated
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street and s*** it's all good
I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots
Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holdin' up the wall then you missin' the point
Get the f*** up!
Simon says get the f*** up
Put your hands to the sky
Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your t****** (yeahhh!)
f*** it, I said rub on your t******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
Act s***** in the midst of the calm, the witty
Yo, where you at? uptown let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
And s*** don't start pumpin' til after 12 P.M.
Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm
The most obligated, hard and R-rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is s**ist-s-s
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their b******-s-s
Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexuses
This is for either/or Rolies or Timexes-s
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point
Get the f*** up!
Simon says get the f*** up
Throw your hands in the sky
The Bronx is in the back shootin' c***s now what's up?
Girls, rub on your t****** (yeahhh!)
I said rub on your t******
New York City gritty commitee pity the fool that
Act s***** in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru, get the f*** up!
Shaolin, get the f*** up!
Long Isle, get the f*** up!
Worldwide, get the f*** up!