D12- Git Up
Eminem Lyrics


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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they don't even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, 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 mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you don't get up
And can't sit up your 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
Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know what I'm packin' 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, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

Git Up Now!
Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waiting for the waiters orders
Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers don't listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinating
What the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating


I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.


Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you 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 equittle,
And a glock that ? stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native Americans,
A ? nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

Git Up Now!
Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waiting for the waiters orders
Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sitting, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers don't listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'




Quit, procrastinating
What the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's "Git Up" describe a group of men preparing to cause trouble in a club. They are carrying numerous weapons and intend to use them if necessary. The chorus encourages people to "git up" and stop sitting on the sidelines, but to join in the action. The verses are filled with violent imagery, including references to guns and murder.


The opening countdown of the song adds to the sense of urgency that permeates the lyrics. The lyrics make it clear that the men are not afraid to use violence to get what they want. They refer to themselves as "psychopathic pyromaniac shady cats" and boast about their ability to cause havoc wherever they go. The lyrics also reference the Inglewood neighborhood of Los Angeles, which is known for its high crime rate, giving the song a gritty, street-wise feel.


Overall, the song is a powerful expression of the anger and frustration that can occur when people feel powerless and marginalized. The lyrics suggest that sometimes the only way to have a voice is to use violence, and that this is a valid way of asserting one's power and importance.


Line by Line Meaning

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Countdown to something about to go down


Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
Trouble is coming to the club and no one can stop it


11,12,13, pistols big as M 16's
Carrying large guns that are just as big as M16 rifles


How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Wondering how they were able to get into the club with so many guns in their pants


Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they don't even see us
Carrying guns and no one is aware of it


Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
If things get crazy, they will shoot so much that it will sound like they have machine guns


Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Talking in nonsense words and carrying guns in their shirts


Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Holding onto their guns tightly as if they were roman candles


Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Continuing to speak in nonsense and using the word 'banana'


Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Coming back crazy with guns loaded with ammunition


Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers don't want us
'Motherfuckers' at the club don't want them there


To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Talking about coming into the club and causing chaos with a group of people


Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady popping them onions,
Referring to people from a tough neighborhood and preparing to cause trouble


Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Ready to go crazy and destroy the entire club


Fixing to get into some shit just itching to choke someone up
Looking for trouble and wanting to physically harm someone


You know we finna loc'n when we mixing coke with coke and nut rum up
Drinking and mixing alcohol and coke, and getting into a wild state


Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
People showing allegiance and getting ready to cause chaos


See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you don't get up
People talking tough when things are good but not being able to handle it when things go bad


And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
Being so injured that even an ambulance won't be able to fix you


They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Being put in a bag and taken away once you've been declared dead


Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Whether the gun is a heater or automatic doesn't matter


Mac or no mac it don't matter if I have or don't have it
Whether he has a Mac gun or not doesn't matter


You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
People don't want to cause any issues or fights because they don't know what he's carrying


And open up a whole can of whoop ass you don't wanna chance to
Warning people not to mess with him because he will open up a can of whoop ass


Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
If there's no risk, there's no reward


Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
Not to underestimate him or think that you really know him


You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wondering what the dealy
Don't bother trying to figure him out or what he's about


Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
Getting pumped and ready to cause chaos


Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping
Getting ready to start something wild


Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping
D12 is back and ready to start trouble


We're gonna get it crackalatin
Going to cause chaos and destruction


What you waiting for the waiters orders
Not waiting for anyone's orders, just going for it


Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating
No more hesitating or trying to stay uninvolved


Notice you're sitting, what the fuck is you deaf
This is happening and there's no way you didn't notice


You motherfuckers don't listen, I said, We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
People not listening and the group is ready to cause chaos


Quit procrastinating
Stop hesitating and waiting


What the fuck you waiting for get off the wall and quit hating
Stop waiting and join in on the action


I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
Having lots of ammunition and a pitbull to defend himself


And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
Shooting people until they shut up for good


You get burned until I quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me,
Being so feared that no one will even try to come after him


Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
Warning people not to test him, because he will shoot them


When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
When they come after you, there will be bloodshed


Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
Walking around in Inglewood without a weapon, and if you leave, you're gone


I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Being on parole, but still carrying stolen firearms


Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
Being kicked out of the home like a legal eviction notice


When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
Not leaving any witnesses to his actions


When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
Being so inspired while high that he will write something wicked


At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.
When he's not high, he's still prone to attacking and potentially killing you


Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
Predicting that there will be some sort of situation or conflict


In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Describing the chaos and potential fallout that could come from this situation


Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
People don't understand the situation and should stick to reading fictional stories


It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
People can't even walk around in his area without causing problems


Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Holding onto his gun and daring anyone to mess with him


Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
Being like a pyromaniac and being shady, but also having lots of guns


And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
People getting the worst of his actions because of who he is


And since you jumpin' in front of everybody, you gon' get it first
Being the first one to get attacked since you're the most eager to fight


I disperse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
Causing chaos and being unpredictable


So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
Telling other people to do their part before things get too crazy


And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
This isn't a joke and is something serious


Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
Brandishing a gun and causing chaos himself


And a glock that ? stop you from waking,
A gun so powerful that it could kill you and 'stop you from waking'


Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native Americans,
Being so skilled with a gun that he could even hit a small target like someone's liver, or even a Native American


A ? nigga, we back in your life and back in your wife,
Being back in people's lives and causing trouble for them and their spouses


Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
Attacking someone from behind with a knife and causing destruction tonight.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: LUIS RESTO, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, ONDRE C MOORE, 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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