Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Black money when we operating in the shadow
Stack money but Your worries be the same tomorrow
Leader are gone lead and / followers are gone follow
Caught up in the matrix Reality is hard to swallow
No money in the bank or food on the table its hard keepin the Family Stable
Independent hundred per cent aint we aint paying no label
They bookin me and looking at me coz they know im able
To take the party to another level The Hip Hop rebel
Ready To ground and Pound and put the pedal to the metal Lets go
PFF lets go
The Pitts Fam lets go
Homemade lets go
The Horndogz lets go
Chris Connect lets go
Amawe lets go
Farikem lets go
The Midwest lets go
Wisconsin lets go
Milwaukee lets go lets go
As we came to reign
We gotta
Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Semi automatic fully loaded we blasting gorillas
Rumbling in the Jungle like the thrillers in Manillas
Long rage 47 names in my double Clipper
My pencil is like a trigger never think twice to squeeze niggas
Big Figures and long Money Bring Gold Diggers
Cold winters and strokes make a family grow bigger
Who you gone do when you aint got none for dinner
Make you turn into a sinner a cold blooded killer
Bang bang chilly chilly bang Gang banging
Hoes hanging dope slanging black folks dying and the white house is co signing
Shipping guns till they wipe out the whole planet and blame it on Ben Laden
9-11 was a set up but you know who did it
2nd amendment you want my bullets come and get it
Snitches listening to what we say
But we got underground bunkers like Sadam Hussein
You gotta
Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Bobby Surround - GET UP Lyrics
Bobby Surround - GET UP Lyrics
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Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Black money when we operating in the shadow
Stack money but Your worries be the same tomorrow
Leader are gone lead and / followers are gone follow
Caught up in the matrix Reality is hard to swallow
No money in the bank or food on the table its hard keepin the Family Stable
Independent hundred per cent aint we aint paying no label
They bookin me and looking at me coz they know im able
To take the party to another level The Hip Hop rebel
Ready To ground and Pound and put the pedal to the metal Lets go
PFF lets go
The Pitts Fam lets go
Homemade lets go
The Horndogz lets go
Chris Connect lets go
Amawe lets go
Farikem lets go
The Midwest lets go
Wisconsin lets go
Milwaukee lets go lets go
As we came to reign
We gotta
Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Semi automatic fully loaded we blasting gorillas
Rumbling in the Jungle like the thrillers in Manillas
Long rage 47 names in my double Clipper
My pencil is like a trigger never think twice to squeeze niggas
Big Figures and long Money Bring Gold Diggers
Cold winters and strokes make a family grow bigger
Who you gone do when you aint got none for dinner
Make you turn into a sinner a cold blooded killer
Bang bang chilly chilly bang Gang banging
Hoes hanging dope slanging black folks dying and the white house is co signing
Shipping guns till they wipe out the whole planet and blame it on Ben Laden
9-11 was a set up but you know who did it
2nd amendment you want my bullets come and get it
Snitches listening to what we say
But we got underground bunkers like Sadam Hussein
You gotta
Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Black money when we operating in the shadow
Stack money but Your worries be the same tomorrow
Leader are gone lead and / followers are gone follow
Caught up in the matrix Reality is hard to swallow
No money in the bank or food on the table its hard keepin the Family Stable
Independent hundred per cent aint we aint paying no label
They bookin me and looking at me coz they know im able
To take the party to another level The Hip Hop rebel
Ready To ground and Pound and put the pedal to the metal Lets go
PFF lets go
The Pitts Fam lets go
Homemade lets go
The Horndogz lets go
Chris Connect lets go
Amawe lets go
Farikem lets go
The Midwest lets go
Wisconsin lets go
Milwaukee lets go lets go
As we came to reign
We gotta
Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Semi automatic fully loaded we blasting gorillas
Rumbling in the Jungle like the thrillers in Manillas
Long rage 47 names in my double Clipper
My pencil is like a trigger never think twice to squeeze niggas
Big Figures and long Money Bring Gold Diggers
Cold winters and strokes make a family grow bigger
Who you gone do when you aint got none for dinner
Make you turn into a sinner a cold blooded killer
Bang bang chilly chilly bang Gang banging
Hoes hanging dope slanging black folks dying and the white house is co signing
Shipping guns till they wipe out the whole planet and blame it on Ben Laden
9-11 was a set up but you know who did it
2nd amendment you want my bullets come and get it
Snitches listening to what we say
But we got underground bunkers like Sadam Hussein
You gotta
Get up stand up
Rise up push it up
Break out the Kush
Twist it light it up
Reach out get in
Stand out blend in
Hands to the ceiling
No matter how you feeling gotta
Writer: Robin Pitts
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