up I make the crowd bounce, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up 'Get on up' is the name of
get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out "Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x) To my people from Brooklyn, get on up And to my people from Manhattan, get on
Übersetzung: Fat Joe. Get On Up.
but I'm livin like a rebel Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side,
game and you know what go cop! 50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that... Ha! DJ Whoo Kid! Fat Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn! FUCK FAT JOE
And Gimme Kisses Then Clean This Place Up, Go On And Wash The Dishes [Chorus] When I'm Gone Girl I Miss You, When I'm At Home I Get With Ya I Be Right
run New York [verse 1 - 50 Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers
Benz is how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes And right you better, move! AK all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece I'm B.I.G. like
steppin on my toes, fuck foes and hoes Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose to get you nose your
Tony Yayo: Guns a place up Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last
Let me get the OKAY shawty, what's on your brain I wanna know I see you lookin, I been peepin your game I get a rhythm, see me jookin t, teach you a thang
movement. I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me. One time, new Diaz. (that's right) Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me. [x
how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride You better, move! Ak all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck I'm (B.I.G.) like Diddy Damn
New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back [Fat Joe:] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart
I do) (I'm of the)hood (This the remix) And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave
that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home Compton that's my backyard, that's where I used to get them sacks off But, now I got platinum
up big goose vodka Lone star beast straight up out the H Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still
