Get Em Up
C.G. Feat. Turf Talk Lyrics


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Verse 1
all About gettin the money how we living we on go
Gotta couple bands with me in my person on the road
Remember sleepin on the floor that struggle turned me to a man
I had to get it on my own so I got out an got them bands
Say I couldn't and I did it poverty was tryna get me
I was focused on them benjis they was hatin I was winnin
I was saucin in Versace most of it came from the scale
Reminiscing bought them days when I was locked down in that cell
Now that Big gwap piling up but I still gotta keep a glock
Cuz they're will forever be haters tryna take you off the top
Money counter on the counter tryna make another flip
In a million dollar meeting like you gotyta make it quick

Verse 2
Buzt out tha Choppa and load up the clip,
Keep 30 like curry that glock on my hip
Surrounded by junkies servin them custys
I'm flippn this money they catching my drip
Called up MoSama like what is you on
He said that he with it hung up the phone deep in them trenches I ran up them digits had to go get I got what you want
All about money we keep us some racks
During this corona I spent me some stacks
Called up the plug and I got me some packs
Ship out the order then booked a flight back
I went from them Chainz straight to a plane
They thought I was lame till I made me a name
Run up the money it's on the line bust down the rolley To show it's my time
Blowin exotic I'm always about it always on go and I stay on my grind
Taken them trips i fly out to Cali They know it's my time and I gotta shine




Gotta keep a Choppa wit me that's the code.
And if I make that call Mo 3 bouta let em know letem know letem know

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C.G. Feat. Turf Talk's song "Get Em Up" talk about the artist’s frustration with the flashy and flossy individuals he sees around him. He advises listeners to rob such people, who would be referred to as "target niggas." The chorus of the song features the line "Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up / Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em." The verses by Pimp C, Ludacris, and Bun-B all describe the wealth and power they have and the violence they are capable of. Ludacris' verse in particular is a vivid portrayal of violent imagery, such as killing people with "hollow bullets."


The chorus of the song is a call to arms, telling people to stick up rich individuals who flaunt their wealth. In doing so, the artist is advocating for a certain kind of class warfare, where people without wealth should take what they need from those who have more than enough. The verses of the song by Pimp C, Ludacris, and Bun-B reinforce this message by showcasing the violence that goes along with this way of life. The song is a clear indication of the toxic masculinity and hypermasculinity that hip hop often reinforces.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
I have music from Ludacris.


Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
I also have music from UGK and Disturbing the Peace Click.


And you know what I'm tired of?
I'm fed up with these flashy and boastful people.


I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
I am tired of people who flaunt their wealth.


So if you see one you know what you do?
If you come across one of these people, do you know what to do?


Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Rob them, rob them, rob them, my dear.


Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
Raise your hands and make sure I can see them clearly.


Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Rob them, rob them, rob them, my dear.


Target niggas wouldn't want to be em be em be em
Victims wouldn't want to be in their shoes.


Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
I'm after the money and power - people are always trying to get at me.


For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
I chase after the profits made from selling drugs.


I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
I'm from Texas - things can get crazy over here.


People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas
People depend on me, I can't let them down.


Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
The drug trade is more complicated than just responding to beeper messages.


If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper
If the money isn't right, we'll bring our enforcers.


To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
To take care of issues and make everything right.


So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
Come prepared with a gun and bulletproof vest.


This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress
This isn't the east or west coast, or about Alabama weed or stress.


I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test
I'm Pimp C from Port Arthur, and I've gone through trials and passed them.


And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
We smoke the best quality weed wherever we are.


And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'
When we release our albums, they fly off the shelves.


Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo'
Smoking weed and keeping my gun close.


Want my momey up front when we come for the show
I want payment in advance before performing.


Why'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dyin for mine
You can mess around with your money, but I'll do whatever it takes to get mine.


So while why'all buying them watches I'ma stay on the grind
While you waste money on watches, I'll continue to work hard.


Fuck Nigga
Derogatory term for a weak or objectionable person.


Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man
I'm the man who sprays hollow point bullets.


I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan
I get straight to the point with my plan.


Hollow bullets I pull it I'm about to live in vain
I use hollow point bullets and I'm prepared to die for my actions.


And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
I shoot them, reload and target more, making sure they feel the pain.


It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
It's peculiar how I use your peephole as my target sight.


Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
I'll catch you at a concert and then kill you on stage.


I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page
I feel an anger from living in the ghetto that we need to act upon.


My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
My woman will attack you with metal stiletto shoes.


And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs
My aim is sharp, and I have diamond-encrusted rings.


So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs
While I'm shooting my gun, my diamond ring on my pinky finger is flashing.


I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
I shoot them up close, aiming for the most important part of the head.


You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
You think you're wealthy, but we'll rob you of all your pocket change.


You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport
You think this is all fun and games, but this is serious and dangerous.


You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports
As you struggle to breathe, I'm relaxed and smoking a Newport cigarette.


And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
I see a laser sight targeting your head.


Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
Police arrive and bring bright lights, and you can guess what they told me.


Say nigga you think it's a joke?
Are we playing games here?


Trill niggas be going for broke
Real men will risk everything.


Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
Twist the gun's silencer, then start firing bullets.


And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
It won't be long before you're seen as weak and ineffective.


I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard
I'm the man who couldn't keep up or make it in the past.


Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments
I'm now confident and don't need help from anyone.


All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
I only need common sense to see how useless you are.


Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me
Stop flattering me, it won't make a difference.


And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be
That day will never come, we don't play around, and we have our guns ready.


Huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
Right next to me, on my side.


Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
In its rightful place where it should be.


Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
Weak individuals will die for me.


Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
Just because they were in my proximity.


So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
Prepare to meet your maker, silently praying.


I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one
If you mess with me, the consequences will be violent.


Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma
The coroner will be having a hard time because of the violence that occurred.


When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
When they turn on their blue lights and see all the blood.


Millennium murda master nigga I ain't new to this
I have a lot of experience when it comes to killing people.


So when you see that Bun-be young pimp or that Ludacris
When you see me, Bun-B or Ludacris around.


You just
You'll know what to do.


ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
Refers to several hip hop groups: ATL, PAT, UGK, and DTP.


(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)
(I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.)


Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
Refers to several rappers including Shawn Drey, I-20, Ludacris, and Fake Fees.


(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)
(I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.)


Down South how we do it Pimp see and Bun-be
Refers to Southern hip hop and artists Pimp C and Bun-B.


(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)
(I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.)


Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas
Smoke weed, ride in luxury cars, make money, and get rid of the losers.


(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)
(I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.)




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Written by: Jay Gunna

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