Gotta get up Gotta get away You are on fire You are me You are the one, so You are now You [???] You're on your own, so Gotta get up Gotta get away
: Gotta get up Gotta get away You are on fire You are me You are the one, so You are now You [???] You're on your own, so Gotta get up Gotta get away
me fooled. (up and shacked up) oooh (now u washed up) oooh Hate it but it's jacked up. As convicts we gotta. [chorus x2] I rather get it while
know that I'm the only one for you (obligatory fart noise) Damn girl I'm beginning to sprout an alphalpha Why should I wash my filthy mouth out you
way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out
all lies The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight you
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? Da-da change your dia-dee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
wash tub. [50 Cent] When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up A hard rock, a soft fuck Get caught up and get washed up, In Detroit
Tears No Time For Tears No Time For Tears No Time For Tears Get up, Get up, Get up To feel better Get up, Get up, Get up To feel better For
da rocky pimp I gotta supa bed We keep it on da cool Space city, h-town man wat it do? Lets get it gravitatin Get thrown out da club I'm throwed
Skunk' Reaking like diseased athleates feet, The stench didn't come till after this beat Smellin' like droors no weezin no pause Put your hand up on the speakers get
line of finish You didn't practice harder at the scrimmage Now my image is the golden cup My career is dirty compared to yours, it's all washed up [Chorus
be cool [Second Verse] All I can see is yo-ur face Givin’ my lovin away at some woman’s place Maybe I should get up and go wash my face Cryin’ never
fire (block’s on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (hey yo we rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (stick ’em up) Youths get
keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along [Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes] Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!! Let me out, no question
like they stranded in de sahara Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms Let’s take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms Od’ing on the beat like the needles up
and laugh out loud Cry and sing with out bein judged by the crowd Maybe some day i could just fly away But for now ill just beat my feet and get there
The sky it opens up Don't get swallowed by the flames what's mine is yours and yours is mine So take me away You hear the sounds, they're carried out