Tom: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
It was mad low when it came on,
that's why I wasn't saying
G#
Am
nothing in the beginning.
Yeah, yeah, uh, classical shit,
Mozart -type hip -hop, nigga, let's get it
Craig G, Marley Marl,
show y 'all we still put this shit down,
nigga, listen, yeah, let's get it
G#
Am
When I said Craig G an d Marley
formed an ultimate alliance
and dropping science, believe it
When y 'all heard, I wasn't lyin',
G#
Am
it's the dopest duo comin'
outta Queensbridge
When niggas hustlin', rugers shot,
slide in your spleen, kid
Plus, Marley Mall is still
the best if I percussion it
So I don't wanna hear none of your beats,
there's no discussin' it
With Craig G on the mic,
tell me what fucks with it
G#
Am
I'll cut off a horse's head
and send it to your publicist
This shit is that underground, okay?
Real hip -hop, if you wanna get technical
Every single record that we made
makes the great -ass
And the DJ, our shits are top collectible
G#
Am
See, that's the difference
between hits and classics
We still doin' 40 gigs a year, you bastards
We attract the masses,
live at sound clashes
Any part of the world,
from Berlin to Aspen
G#
Am
And when the club's so packed
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with heads that gaspin' for air
Am
I'm right there with a mic ready for action
And that nigga Marley cut so fresh
G#
Am
And my impact on his tracks
will crush your chest, nigga
G#
Am
Let's get up, get up,
let's get up, come on!
Let's get up, get up,
G#
let's get up, come on!
let's get up, come on!
Let's get up, get up, let's do it!
G#
Am
Let's get up, get up,
G#
let's get up, come on!
let's get up, c'mon!
Let's get up, get up,
Am
Let's get up, get up, let's go!
Am
where lyricists bring terror
like Muammar Gaddafi
And your shit is sloppy,
you wouldn't go far in this game
The shit's main aim is to turn you out,
G#
Am
burn you out
And all of that snake shit you heard about
But yet and still you keep chasing the thrill
Even carry records on the road
just to get a deal
G#
Am
To find out, it'll blow your mind out
When you let it, leave your directionless
These fans are not affectionate
Am
They want another rappin'
Charles Manson
Am
an d hard dancing frontin'
their mansions
Let me elaborate,
this nigga G holds the magistrate
G#
Am
Beatin' phony MCs down that tend to aggravate,
I captivate
Slack the fate, earn accolades
With or without, platinum plates,
fuck the Jakes
Twist this L up,
your underachievers are undeveloped
G#
Am
I'ma dial up and fuck your
whole head up
And yo, this one's still for
all the monoptomistic
You wouldn't wanna risk it,
my flow's still exquisite
And all of these beats and my
rhymes attached
Are still somethin' that your clown
cats can't match
Haters playin' tracks,
I dance back and dip
MC's still ain't really sayin' shit, so
If you wanna see your
lungs and heart spit up
We could do it one -on -one on stage
Let's get up, nigga
Let's get up, get up,
let's get up, c'mon!
Let's get up, get up,
let's get up, c'mon!
Let's get up, get up,
let's get up, c'mon!
Let's get up, get up,
let's get up, c'mon!
Let's get up, get up,
let's get up, c'mon!
Let's get up, get up, let's do it
Yeah
True hip hop nigga
Crack G
Molly
Molly
Queensbridge nigga
Yeah
Let's get up
Let's get up
Let's get up
Let's
Let's up
Let's get up
I'll see the next
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