Hook: 8x

My ni**as (get `em up)
My bitches (get `em up)

Verse 1: lil` pete

It`s pete baby
You best of recognize
Grab my gold teeth baby
One of the good guys
Say she`s a freak baby
Tell me what`s up then
U wanna freak
I wanna freak
Then we can freak then
Living this life of sin
Drinking bout everyday
Smoking bout everyday, in that gray escalade
I hit my ni**a dre`
Dre` what`s the word dawg
I got bout twenty-three ways let`s go ball dawg
Help me burn down dis log
This dro` to much for me
It`s getting hard to see
But they can`t stop a g`
Living delicately
And I`m going put `em up 2x
And I`m going keep `em up

Hook: 8x

My ni**as (get `em up)
My bitches (get `em up)

Verse 2: s.m.k.

Sometimes I feel like I`m going die
That`s why I keep a tone
Cause ain`t no telling when I might have to prove a ni**a wrong
Some ni**a ackin like he bad
Now he long gone
I`ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home
Cause I just got out the institution cause I`m crazy jone
And a ni**a think I`m bulls**tting with them masses on
Come on, come on everybody come on
Ni**a we ready
So whatever you wanna get on
Breaking ni**as off the top what I spit on
F**king ni**as up with the s**t they better get on
Boy you don`t wanna make me have to pull a get gone
I`ma get to bucking with my muthaf**king tone
Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone
? ? ? ? with the acapella tone
From memphis to atlanta getting bust in domes
Stick with the ni**as in bulletproof it`s on
Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock
Another muthaf**ker test me I think not

Hook: 8x

My ni**as (get `em up)
My bitches (get `em up)

Verse 3:

See I ride with the chrome
Out of town finna clown
Keep ya phone on wrong
Sideways in the whip
Every time when I dip through the hood it`s on
Everything after making the green
I kind of hate when ya hate mine
Irritated when ya waited for the online
Never hard to find
When we all gone shine 2x
Get ya cheese on
My ni**as gotta hustle for that, juggle for that
But you better stay strapped with the gat
Everytime when the hugger make contact
Real ni**as got push `em all back
In the mist of dust
Like my guns when we come
This ain`t no test execution my son
Nightmares after twelve
They catching hell
Millionaires
So we don`t care
Cause all my ni**as posting bail, uh
Sometimes I feel like a nut
Sometimes I don`t
Thinking that I won`t get `em left on the scene
Like no what I mean
Ni**a no what I mean

Hook: 8x

My ni**as (get `em up)
My bitches (get `em up)