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    Crucial Conflict

    Get Up

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Hook:]
    Get up, ride, sit back
    Who's dangerous
    Get up, pow, you foul
    Can't hang wid this
    Get up, now, gun blast
    It's a Conflict
    Get up, ride, sit back
    Who's dangerous
    [Verse 1: WildStyle]
    It's time to get up and hit the hay
    Wid the high ass hay song
    Betta come and get some
    Drop the top up in and
    Cock the glock and peel
    Rolling through the teal
    What it feel?
    And if I slip
    Ya betta come equipped
    Listen to the whips
    And the gunshot rips
    I really don't give a damn how you feel
    I kill if I gotta do it
    Down and to the ground I nail
    When it's time to mack, them freaks,
    I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh,
    When I get it wid a girl and the dough
    It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos
    When I gon' slang them thangs
    They write the word the word is flict
    Tricks wid style it's WildStyle
    I'm pissed, you think you can throw
    Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back
    Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness
    You supposed to be a playa
    But you running at the mouth
    Shoulda mind your business
    Come and get it try to get it
    Rougher than the necks
    I break necks on somebody wanna flex
    Then let's flex and get it off your chest
    The wild west, yes, flict
    [Hook]
    [Verse 2: Cold Hard]
    It's the wicked wild west,
    Winchester for your chest
    Or your man people just can't understand
    That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up
    When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze
    Then you losing ya whole damn crew
    Those scoundrels got a round for 'em
    If ya mama want drama
    I'ma bump her in too
    Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out
    HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW!
    Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout
    Death for real pow
    Never could ya get it
    Wid a renegade desperado,
    Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain
    I be coming round the mountain,
    Gunning, nigga done in
    Ya best ta giddy up
    When ya hear them horsies troddin'
    At full riding, and ya climbing
    And someone shotting
    Much trouble passing on the barnyard
    Go 'head and bounce and let it go
    I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow
    It's the real rodeo kicking the flow
    So hoe on the ride
    Can ya giddy up hoe?
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3: Kilo]
    Thinking I won't bust you
    Don't luck your punk
    Glad ta get your body stunk
    As I creep wid a rowdy clik
    Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk
    Man I hate ta do this shit
    Cause it was my melody
    Thought that I called him a bitch
    So I up my barrel-y
    Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide
    That's why he died nobody cried
    He shouldn'ta tried
    Holla flict and ride
    Meet you in your next life
    Get on you square get high tonight
    Cause last night when he been here
    Now he wanna know why he didn't ride
    A pocket knife or even flict
    Boing boing ya see me dong floing
    Giddy up now watch me get thoing
    Get ya ass fast I'ma last
    Demonstrate, pass we crash
    Face to face and my nigga
    Gohilian mixed beast type nigga
    Dangerous to the world
    Giddy up now what you figure nigga
    [Hook]
    [Verse 4: Never]
    Everybody giddy up
    Drum down on your money
    Do you wanna put um up now, shit
    Fucking put him up punk
    I'ma put him in the trunk
    I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives
    All a bag a funk
    And go coast to coast and GET UP
    Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine
    Doing hard time
    In the state a mind of a, killa
    Niggas act like I won't pull
    Tha block block blam
    Boogie woogie shake it to the left man
    Back to the right man
    Making the tightest song
    Gone again, drinking on gin
    Smoking on hay getting in my zone
    Riding slick been on the block a bit
    Put on the good old Final Tic
    C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up
    While we kick that rodeo
    Back to back we gonna smoke on
    And toke a sack and tack the proke on
    I was born to get up and put 'em in flight
    Never say never cause never'll do
    And make 'em all giddy up tonight
    Side to side let's ride and roll
    Ya can't control ya self no more
    So come on ya gone
    Got 'em all dropping
    And leave 'em hopping
    To the hip old west
    For you ya boo ya whole crew too
    [Hook]
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