Get the fuck up! Simon says get the fuck up Throw your hands in the sky (Boom boom boom boom) Bruisers in the back sippin' 'gnac, y'all what's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) Yeah I said it, rub on your titties New York City gritty committee pity the fool that Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty Y'all know the name! Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thang changed You all up in the Range and shit, inebriated Strayed from your original plan, you deviated I alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals Took my underground loot, without the gold You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood But when I'm in the street and shit it's all good I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint If you holdin' up the wall then you missin' the point Get the fuck up! Simon says get the fuck up Put your hands to the sky (Boom boom boom boom) Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what's up? Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) Fuck it, I said rub on your titties New York City gritty committee pity the fool that Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty Yo, where you at? uptown let me see 'em Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum And shit don't start pumpin' til after 12 P.M.
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