get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!! Get on up!!! Get on
fraud but your broad's calling me daddy While you pumpin' dollar bottles on the floor looking funny I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid and dirt getting money
trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get
baby Buddy Roe (singing) If you see me walking down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy I'm lookin fly Walk on by Walk on by Trick Daddy Yes sir I wear
a nigga show you real love A dedication to them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' [Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy] All I need to get on is
that's the spot where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock Yeah, Tee bein a trick won't work You won't spend my money on no (??) and that
wanna run with On the up and up that's that real crab shit Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other
ass nickle My money triple sippin ripple living simple Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop Pigs in my mix when they hit my block Just a check up to
and Shah, they made me stop from smokinizm Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin' off gism Writin' rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on
me, it's daddy! Roxie, I'd get to you as soon as I could. If someone stood up in a crowd And raised his voice up way out loud And waved his arm and shook
brick road To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need My money triple, sippin' ripple, living simple Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle Trick on
't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get
the way on the projects Hear what 'em sayin', V? Word 'em up Bring your motherfuckin' ass on up, word 'em up word up Know what I'm sayin', Mark? 45 kis
o'man drop and u crissie t, yuh pretty face cant trick me hotel today hold a almond tree well good wukkin up and mi haffi find skool fee me cant spend mi daughter money
run with On the up and up that's that real crab shit Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type
again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get
-N-Slide Express [Intro] ("Get down!") Yessuh, (uh huh uh huh uh huh..) Slip-N-Slide Records Uhh, fin' to take it to da house Just get on up and ("Get
Money Mark, Rick Ross, Deuce Poppi, Mystic) [Trick Daddy] Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night [Hook x2] I'm goin' all way out bout mine Best dat a bitch get
