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Get On Up
Here we go, now I'm back
I got soul, although I'm not black
Pass the mic and I'm a spark it
Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market
I used to shoot dice to the curb
Peace to my brothers on 163rd
Hold your head and stay strong
My main man Roadie got it going on
So now you know the time
Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
I kick the hits even with the big belly
Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly
So give me that honey love
You know what I'm thinking of
Joe's the man with the master plan
I got more rhymes than the beats got fans
Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B
And if you don't believe then you soon shall see
That I'll be the last to survive
I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive
So now you know what's up
I make the crowd bounce and get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
This is a jam for the radio station
Peace to the whole Zulu Nation
I'm so bad, call the cops
I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop
Cause I'm the only real rap monster
I love eating shrimp and lobster
City Island is my favorite place
Step in Sammy's and dog my face
Losing weight, that must be a joke
Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke
Although I'm big I won't take a swig
Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet
And you know that's not the mood, black
Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks
So now you know what's up
I make the crowd bounce, get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
"Get On Up" is the name of this song
Bounce to the beat if you got it going on
Now in '93, maybe '94
They'll have a Fat Joe tour
Coming to your town with the brand new sound
Representing for the whole Boogie Down
So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt
If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse
That's that, everybody knows the flav
Misbehave and you'll dig your own grave
Fat Joe, chopping down trees
Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.
Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
I hope you'll strike me gets a good response
And if you like the vibe, act like you know
You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
To my people from Cali
To my people from Texas
To my people from Atlanta
To my people in Detroit
Everybody in the world just get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
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"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
Everybody in the world just get on up
To my people in Detroit
To my people from Atlanta
To my people from Texas
To my people from Cali
To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out
And if you like the vibe, act like you know
I hope you'll strike me gets a good response
Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.
Fat Joe, chopping down trees
Misbehave and you'll dig your own grave
That's that, everybody knows the flav
If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse
So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt
Representing for the whole Boogie Down
Coming to your town with the brand new sound
They'll have a Fat Joe tour
Now in '93, maybe '94
Bounce to the beat if you got it going on
"Get On Up" is the name of this song
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
I make the crowd bounce, get on up
So now you know what's up
Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks
And you know that's not the mood, black
Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet
Although I'm big I won't take a swig
Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke
Losing weight, that must be a joke
Step in Sammy's and dog my face
City Island is my favorite place
I love eating shrimp and lobster
Cause I'm the only real rap monster
I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop
I'm so bad, call the cops
Peace to the whole Zulu Nation
This is a jam for the radio station
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
I make the crowd bounce and get on up
So now you know what's up
I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive
That I'll be the last to survive
And if you don't believe then you soon shall see
Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B
I got more rhymes than the beats got fans
Joe's the man with the master plan
You know what I'm thinking of
So give me that honey love
Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly
I kick the hits even with the big belly
Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
So now you know the time
My main man Roadie got it going on
Hold your head and stay strong
Peace to my brothers on 163rd
I used to shoot dice to the curb
Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market
Pass the mic and I'm a spark it
I got soul, although I'm not black
Here we go, now I'm back
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