Chords for Git Up - D12 - HQ

I'm going to play it again.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] 10, 9, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Lady on the hip, we go.
Here comes trouble in the club at 11.
12, 13, this is big as MCC.
How the fuck we sleeping with this many haters?
And I think Nina, Nina's a piece.
They don't even see us.
I thought we smoothies, one that couldn't think it's Machinima.
Vandals, oh, Vandals.
Vananas and oh, Vandals.
In the round, I go Vandals.
Hold them like Roman candles.
So Vanas, oh, Vanas.
Banana, Panda, for Vanas.
Moving back, oh, Vananas.
Banana clips, loaded bananas.
Found us in the club, all us the motherfuckers.
Don't want us to come up, I'm rushing the club.
And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers.
From onion, steady popping them onions.
Ready, set, they go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up.
Fixing, figuring, some shit, just sitting to choke someone up.
You know we finna look when we meet Skope,
and Coke, and the Burma flow, yeah, yeah.
Oh, what up?
See my people, pose it up.
See you talk that leash shit now.
Winter down, it won't get up.
Hands it up, get so split up, the ambulance won't show you up.
They used to hold you up in the truck once,
they tag you big for what?
Heat on, no heat off, automatic, nomadic.
Maggot, no maggot, don't matter if I have it.
No rabbits, you never know when they're packing.
So you just know I know static.
Can't open up, oh, and open fast.
You know what a chance it'll pay to skit, no biscuit.
Milly, Mac, or Mac Milly, Willy Wonnie.
Don't be silly, homie, you don't know me, really.
You just wanna make yourself dizzy, wondering what a dilly.
Fuck [Bbm] it, let's just get busy.
Get Twizzy's back in, and [Bb] get up, and get it cracking.
Yeah, it's on it popping, bitch, these brothers packing this bitch.
Oh, there ain't no stopping, we gon' get it crack-a-lating.
[Bbm] What you waiting for?
The wait is over, say no more.
We tryna play the ball and quit hating.
[Bb]
Dollars, you sitting?
What the fuck did you get?
You motherfuckers don't listen, I said.
You bout to get this motherfucker crack-a-lating.
We gonna procrastinate, and what the fuck you waiting for?
You know we're balling, quit hating, baby.
Shitload of bullets up, pull it up, pull it out.
Automatically, load of motherfuckers.
Until they mouth be closed permanently.
You get earned to learn quickly, [Gb] you cannot take it.
Hit me, niggas [Bbm] too terrified to come get me.
[Bb] Tip me if you can flip me, won't send a slug.
People run when the repercussion comes.
The repercussion gon' eat your blood, eat your words.
Stepping word out of weapon, you leave you gone.
[Gb] I'm a steel roll, and we [Bb] stolen toasters.
While on parole, statue at your home.
I keep it, you notice this hole.
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam.
When I'm blowed, I write the wiki to scroll.
Let be told, [Gb] when I'm sober, I'm prone to roll [Bb] up and disconnect your soul.
Now it's been proven, it's about to be a misunderstanding.
And furniture moving, brothers fighting lawyers and mothers.
So, I'm not gonna wait.
I'm a sewer, and these niggas don't know the difference.
You bitches, this thicket fixing [Gb] is sickening.
You can't even [Fm] walk in my jurisdiction.
Ripping [Bb] and gripping the pump.
And who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac?
A shady pest with 80 cats.
And maybe [Bb] that's the reason that you gon' get it.
The worst is this, [Gb] you jump in the front of everybody.
You gon' [Bbm] get it.
Disperse the crowd with [Bb] something bigger and versatile.
[Fm] So run it, we record your verses now.
Why you got a mouth?
[Bbm] And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle.
The nizzle will lift [Gb] up the 12 chisel.
So [F] a party for my twiddle.
[Bbm] And when you block the two, I stop you from walking.
Bullets that hit your [Fm] liver, I either shoot Native Americans.
Or Indian, [Bbm] Gilbert, nigga, we back in your life.
And back in your wife.
[Gb] Get you in your back with a knife and get it cracking tonight.
[Bb] Get it cracking.
Yeah, it's on the popper.
Bitch, these fuckers nagging.
This bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping.
We gon' get it crack-a-lating.
What you waiting for?
The [Gb] way this old insane amorphous [Bbm] tryna play the wallet with 80 [Bb] thousand dollars to sit in?
What the fuck did you get for you motherfuckers?
Don't listen, I said.
We bout to get this motherfucker crack-a-lating. Quit procrastinating.
What the fuck you waiting for?
Get off the wallet with 80 billion dollars now.
Yeah.
_ _ 12. _
We back.
[Gb] Ha ha.
[F] _ _
Ha [Bbm] ha.
_ Running out of soldiers.
[Bb] _
I'm in jail.
[Gb] _ [Fm] Who the fuck wanted with us?
Who?
_ _ _ _ _ Nobody.