Get Up - Cocoa Brovaz

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This for my niggas worldwide

In the parks

In the yard

In the bar

Ya knawmean

(Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?)

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Tek & Steel on the track make ya (Get up)

Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)

Bob Marley spliff back’ll make ya (Get up)

Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)

(Come on)

Jam session in the park

Smith-N-Wessun start

Charge when the session spark

Brooklyn test ya heart

New York City, Bucktown Commity

Stay busy, break big bricks and stay gritty

We stay sick

How I sweat shit

I’m 12 cylinder, you in a V6

Don’t hate shit

Congradulate bitch

Get ya weight and count up

Fuck your weight dick

You wanna take this

Then take six (buck)

Hot shots leave you faceless or wasted

Learn the basics

We make you famous

Make the papers

Make you find your faces when you play this

I don’t know why you comin' trough school-faced-up

Blue-faced-up

Frontin' like a dog ya mut

Get touched up *slap*

Thinkin that you teflon proof

Smack the po tryna get away and rap the proof

When BK in the spot ya know ya gotta (Get up)

When my new shit drop watch ya all (Get up)

Every time we in ya hood watcha (Get up)

Let a half a clip loose at ya watcha (Get up)

Y’all dudes keep rhymin', freestylin' for health

Like Nike I just do it for wealth

Shoot dice in the park, stack guns on the shelf

Hate dependin' on niggas, so I get it for delf

These niggas come thru in the club

When ya get the crush, anything that go down

Gotta deal wit us

If we ain’t dealin' bucks

It don’t appeal to us

If these ladies keep it real

The they can chill wit us

???

bread bill wit us

What will we discuss?

Bills by the break truck

All rocks taped up

I got a staff of staffs

Ears clipped as pups

That attack at the nuts when I yell click up

I got gunners and runners in the hood I stay

'Til this day, never saw you where I lay

Fuck the smoke, must want yo life to close

Get found buckwheated on a darkened road

I know you’ve been waitin'

Whisperin' and talkin'

Magazines I read ya reviews

Tryna downplay the shit my team do

I caught up on my fanmail, email, online

P & C we still shine

And I’ll ride for my fam cuz I’ll die for mines

NY (NY) Hometown (Hometown) ST (Smokin' live)

Throwin' down (What)

Niggas in the parkinglots comin' from clubs

Cleanin' out your pockets to these big faced dubs

Rep for my P & C, for my family

Niggas wanna challenge me, U know the rest

The game is supposed to be sold, not told

Just tell me the number of sells ya wanna hold

We control this, forocious

Aproach this, you can hold this

I beat niggas in the with G and guns

Might do your own thing but you still my son

This strong off chain, all four cream

Tour bigger things, better livin' for the seeds

We videotape hoes in Navigators

Cause I told these haters it’ll get greater later'

Get Up X 10