Lets Get Up

It was mad low when it came on That's why I wasn't saying nothing in the beginning Yeah yeah, uh, classical shit, huh Mozart type hip-hop, nigga (Let's get up) Craig G, Marley Marl, huh Show you how we still put this shit down, nigga, listen Yo (Let's get up) When I said Craig G and Marley formed an ultimate alliance In dropping science, believe it, when you heard, I wasn't lying It's the dopest duo coming out of Queensbridge Where niggas hustle and Ruger shots splatter your spleen, kid Plus Marley Marl is still the best hip-hop percussionist So I don't wanna hear none of your beats, there's no discussing it With Craig G on the mic, tell me what fucks with it I'll cut off a horse's head and send it to your publicist This here is that underground, okay Real hip-hop, if you wanna get technical Every single record that we made makes the grade Ask any DJ, our shit's a top collectible See, that's the difference between hits and classics Still doing forty gigs a year, you bastards We attract the masses live at sound clashes Any part of the world, from Berlin to Aspen And when the club's so packed with heads, they're gasping for air I'm right there with a mic ready for action And that nigga Marley (Cuts so fresh) And my impact on these tracks will crush your chest, nigga Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's do it Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's do it I come from that era 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 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 To find out, it'll blow your mind out When you let it, leave you directionless These fans are not affectionate To expansion, they want another rapping Charles Manson With ice grills and hard dancing, fronting in mansions Let me elaborate, this nigga G holds the magic straight Beating phony MCs down that tend to aggravate I captivate, slap the fake, earn accolades With or without platinum plates, fuck the Jakes Twist this L up, you underachievers are underdeveloped (Ayo, he fell off) I fell up and fucked your whole head up And yo, this one's still for all of my optimistics You wouldn't want to risk it, my flow's still exquisite And all of these beats and my rhymes attached Are still something that you clown cats can't match Haters plant traps, huh, I dance back and dip MCs still ain't really saying shit, so If you wanna see your lungs and heart spit up We can do it one-on-one on stage, let's get up, nigga Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's do it Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on) Let's get up, get up, let's do it Yeah, true hip-hop, nigga Craig G, Marley Marl Queensbridge, nigga Me and D