01. Git Up
D12 Lyrics


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Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Ready or not, here we come, here comes trouble in the club
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
Nina, two ninas a piece, they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one, they're gonna think it's machine guns
Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels
Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers, and the club owners
The motherfuckers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club
And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon
Steady popping them onions
Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mix Coke with coconut rum up
So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up
See you talk that ho shit now, when you're down you won't get up
And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic
Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know when I'm packing so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass
You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit
Milli mac or mac milli
Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dealy
Fuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy

Get up now, let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'
Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for?
The wait is over, say no more, quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
Get up now, y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf?
You motherfuckers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit procrastinatin', what the fuck you waitin' for?
Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch
Get up now

I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed
Permanently, you get burned to line quickly
You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood
Nigga what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told
When I'm sober, I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga

Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'
And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'
'Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction
Riffin' and rippin' the pump
And who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac
Shady cats with eighty gats
And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile
So run and record your verses now while you got a mouth
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal
And a Glock that you will stop you from walking
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans
A Indian giver, and nigga
We back in your life and back in your wife
Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight

Get up now, let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'
Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for?
The wait is over, say no more, quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
Get up now, y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf?
You motherfuckers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit procrastinatin', what the fuck you waitin' for?
Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch
Get up now

Yeah
D12
We back
(Get up now)
Runyon Ave soldiers
Amityville




Who the fuck want it with us?
Nobody

Overall Meaning

The song “Git Up” by D12 is a fast-paced, hard-hitting track that signifies the group’s arrival in the club ready for trouble. The lyrics describe their aggressive mentality, expressing the fact that they have come equipped with guns and are ready for any altercation that may arise. The first verse provides a countdown to their arrival and explains how they plan to approach the situation. The second verse includes rhyming couplets that reiterate their violent intentions, including their tendency to carry guns for protection. The final verse takes on a more confrontational tone, warning those in the club that they don’t want any problems with the group.


The lyrics of “Git Up” convey the aggression and bravado that is often associated with gang culture. The line “how the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?” suggests that the group is not afraid to break the law and carry weapons into the club. The references to guns and violence in the lyrics underscore the notion that D12 is not just a rap group, but a gang of “Runyon Ave soldiers” who are ready to take on anyone who comes against them. Overall, the song is a testament to the group’s willingness to fight to protect their reputation and their way of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Countdown to something about to happen


Ready or not, here we come, here comes trouble in the club
We're making our presence known in the club


Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s
We have multiple large guns with us


How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
We're questioning how we were able to sneak large guns into the club


Nina, two ninas a piece, they don't even see us
We have a lot of guns and they're not even visible


Some shit pops off we squeeze each one, they're gonna think it's machine guns
If we shoot our guns, it will sound like machine guns


Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels
We have a tough and rebellious image


Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
We're holding our guns tightly


So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas
We don't care if we get kicked out of the club, we're still tough


Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
We'll come back even tougher with fully loaded guns


Managers, bouncers, and the club owners
People in charge of the club don't want us there


The motherfuckers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club
We're not welcome in the club, but we're going to force our way in


And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon
We have tough people from our neighborhood with us


Steady popping them onions
We're ready to fight and make things happen


Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
We're ready to fight and cause chaos in the club


Fixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone up
We're looking for trouble and are ready to fight


You know we finna loc'n when we mix Coke with coconut rum up
We get excited and crazy when we mix Coke and coconut rum


So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up
We're greeting people and want to show that we have people with us


See you talk that ho shit now, when you're down you won't get up
People who talk tough won't be able to back it up


And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
If you get hurt, it will be severe and the ambulance may not be able to help you


They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
If you die, they won't care and will just throw you in the trunk of a car


Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic
We don't care what kind of gun we have, as long as we have one


Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
We don't care about the details of the gun, as long as we have one


You never know when I'm packing so you just don't want no static
We keep our guns a secret and don't want any trouble


And open up a whole can of whoop ass
We're ready to fight and beat someone up


You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit
Don't take any chances with us


Milli mac or mac milli
We're talking about different types of guns


Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
Don't underestimate us, you don't know who we are


You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dealy
Don't waste your time trying to understand us


Fuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy
We're ready to start something and D-Twizzy is with us


Get up now, let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'
We're ready to start fighting and cause chaos


Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're back and ready to cause trouble, nothing can stop us


We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for?
We're ready to cause chaos, what are you waiting for?


The wait is over, say no more, quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
We're done waiting and want to start trouble, don't be scared and join us


I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out
I have a lot of bullets and am quick to use them


And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed
I'll keep shooting until someone is dead or quiet


Permanently, you get burned to line quickly
If I shoot you, it will be fatal


You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me
You're too scared to fight me


Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
Don't tempt me, Swifty (one of us) will shoot you and people will run away


When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood
When death comes, there will be bloodshed


Nigga what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
If you're not armed, you won't make it out alive


I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
I'm still carrying guns despite being on parole


Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho
We'll forcefully remove you from our space if we need to


When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
If I shoot someone, I'll make sure there are no witnesses


When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told
When I'm high, I'll come up with crazy ideas


When I'm sober, I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga
When I'm not high, I'm still dangerous and can hurt you


Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'
There's going to be a problem


And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'
There will be a fight and people will get hurt, there may be legal consequences


'Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
People don't understand us, they should stick to their own business


It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction
You can't handle our area, it's too dangerous


Riffin' and rippin' the pump
We're getting ready to shoot our guns


And who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac
Who would want to mess with someone crazy and dangerous like us?


Shady cats with eighty gats
We're dangerous people with guns


And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst
You'll regret messing with us


And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
You're making yourself a target by trying to act tough


I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile
I'll scare people and make them run away with a bigger gun


So run and record your verses now while you got a mouth
You should focus on making music while you still have a voice


And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
We're serious and unpredictable


Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal
One of us will shoot a gun and celebrate after not getting caught


And a Glock that you will stop you from walking
We have a gun that will seriously hurt or kill you


Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans
We'll shoot you and even Native Americans


A Indian giver, and nigga
We're not afraid to do whatever we want


We back in your life and back in your wife
We're back and causing trouble in your life and relationships


Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight
We'll stab you and start fighting tonight


D12
We're a group of people who are tough and unpredictable


We back
We're back and causing trouble


(Get up now)
Don't wait, join us now


Runyon Ave soldiers
We're from the Runyon Avenue neighborhood and are tough


Amityville
We're from the Amityville area, which has a dangerous reputation


Who the fuck want it with us?
Who's ready to fight us?


Nobody
No one wants to fight us




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Marshall B. III Mathers, Ondre C. Moore, Luis Edgardo Resto, Von M. Carlisle

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@hardcorejunkie

I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed
Permanently, you get burned to line quickly
You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood
Nigga what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told
When I'm sober, I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga



All comments from YouTube:

@waynewillberforce

Whos blazing 💨🔥to this in 2024?heater no heater quit lacking get it crackalatin 💨💨💨🔥🔥🔥👑kings d12 r.I.p Proff

@geoffreywitt7281

One of the greatest intro tracks ever. This album really deserved way more love than it got

@XzarriusAncient

Yea you right this a classic album pure from one of the greatest groups ya dig

@user-pb8je9rm6w

This rap song should always get a Grammy every year.

@HanTheHippy

This song still lives rent free in my brain nearly 20 years later. Still sounds fresh.

@LeeMiller-zw3of

WEST conjunctionmeent.

@rusevsauve5111

Man I MISS THESE DAYS!!!! D12 FOREVER!!!! R.I.P PROOF 2024

@icecreampimpdeux

I mean it's been 12 years and I still haven't heard anyone enter a track as hard as Eminem does on here

@sararezzaie7607

But from em himself

@user-fs1py5rx1n

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