Chords for D12 - Git Up

_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] 10, 9, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ready or not, here we come.
Here comes trouble in the club 11,
14, 15, this is big as MCC.
We've been speaking with this many years.
And I think Nina, the Nina's a beast.
They don't even see us.
And I thought we squeezed this one.
They couldn't think it's Machinima.
Vanos, Havanos, Vananas, and O'Vanos,
[Bbm] in and around our [Bb] Corvanas.
Hold them like Roman Angles.
So Vanas, Havanas, Vanana, Vanas, Havanas,
Google Jack, O'Vananas, Vanana, Clips, Loaded Bananas,
this band doesn't have a club on this, come on.
Don't want us to [Bbm] come up from rushing the club
and run up in it.
[Bb] Boy, don't want them.
Onion, steady popping and money and ready set to go.
What up, I'm ready set to go.
Climb up, mixing, figuring, and some,
just sitting to choke someone up.
You [Bbm] know we finna look when we meet.
So we go in [Bb] the clubhouse.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Oh, what up?
See my people, bro, sit up.
See you talk that rap now.
When you're down, they won't get up.
And can't sit up, just don't split up.
The ambulance won't slow you up.
[Bbm] They used to slow you up in the truck
once they tag you [Bb] big, slow up.
Heater, no heater.
Automatic, nomadic, mega nomadic.
Don't matter if I have it, don't have it.
You never know when [Bbm] they're packing.
The loot is going, no static.
Can't open the vault, can't open bags.
You don't want [Bb] a tax, and no friends.
Get it, no biscuit.
Milly, mega, magnally, you will be lonely.
Don't be silly, homie.
You don't know me, really.
You just need to make yourself dizzy,
wondering what's a dilly.
Good, let's just get busy.
Get with these back in.
Get up, let's get it cracking.
Yeah, it's on it popping.
Get these brothers back in.
It's a bit, uh, there ain't no stopping.
We're gonna get it cracking.
Now, Aiden, what you waiting for?
The wait is over.
Say no more.
Trying to play the wall and quit hating.
Now, is this hitting?
What the f*** is death, you mother f***er?
So listen, I said, we about to get to swapping.
The cracker laden, quick, procrastinating.
What the f*** you waiting for?
You know I'm the wall and quit hating.
Load the bullets up, bullet up, bullet out.
And automatically, slow up, mother f***er.
Until you might be closed permanently.
You get burned to learn quickly.
You [Gb] cannot hit me, [Bbm] n***a.
You terrified to come [Bb] get me.
Tip me if you can flip.
He won't send a signal.
People run when a reaper comes.
A reaper gushing on equal blood.
Equal blood.
Stepping word out of weapons.
You leave, you gone.
I'm [Gb] still rolling.
[Bbm] Stolen toast is one on [Bb] parole.
Statue at your home.
My eviction notice is f***ed when I unload.
I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam.
When I'm blowed, I write the wiki to scroll.
Left it told.
When [Gb] I'm sober, I'm [Bb] prone to roll up and disconnect your soul.
Now, I'm just proving it's about to be a misunderstanding.
Infernal to moving.
Brothers spying, lawyers and mother stewards.
Listen, don't know the difference.
You f***ing sick of fiction.
It's [Gb] sickening.
You [F] can't even walk in [Bb] my jurisdiction.
Ripping it.
Gripping the pump.
And who want to f*** with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac?
A shady guest with 80 debts.
And maybe that's the reason that you gone get it.
The worst is this.
You [Gb] jump in the front [F] of everybody.
You gone get [Bbm] it first.
Disperse the crowd with something [Bb] bigger and versatile.
So, [Fm] run and report the buzzes now.
Why you got [Bbm] a mouth?
And it's not a joke.
It's some kind of riddle.
Carnival will live up [Gb] to 12 [F] jizzle.
So, a party for my [Bbm] acquittal.
And the clock at 2 will stop you from walking.
Bullets that hit your liver.
[Fm] I even shoot Native Americans.
I [Bbm] injure you, Demerit.
And you gone be back in your life.
And back in your wife.
Hit [Gb] you in your [F] back with a knife.
And get it cracking [Bb] or not.
Get up now.
Let's get it cracking.
Yeah, it's on the pop.
We'll get these f***ers back.
And it's on.
There ain't no stopping.
We gone get it crack-a-lating.
What you waiting for?
The way [Gb] it's all the same no [Bb] more.
We're trying to play that ball and quit hating.
Get up now.
Ball is too sitting.
What the death you want?
Oh, listen, I said.
You about to get smoked.
Crack-a-lating.
Quit grassing the aim.
What you [G] waiting for?
Get off the ball and quit [Bb] hating.
Get up now.
Yeah.
_ _ 12. _
We back.
[Gb] Ha ha.
[Bbm] _ _ [Bb] Get up now.
Ha ha.
_ Running out of soldiers. _
I'm in jail.
[Gb] _ [Bb] _ One of us.
Oh.
_ _ Oh.
_ Nobody.
Nobody. Ha ha.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _