Simon Says Remix Lyrics

Simon Says Remix lyrics

[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw
ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back sippin
'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said
it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act
shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty

[Lady Luck]
Yo SHUT THE
FUCK UP!
Luck said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, like crack get
it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a
man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game
I suppose
what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could
smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by
four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's
ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

[Pharoahe
Monch]
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister
wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ?
cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme
Shit,
I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back
track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box
ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
OWWW!
Fellas pull ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock
out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush
competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now,
drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one
gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven
for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed
rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
changed

[Redman]
Yo yo get the fuck up
Funk Doctor Spot said "Get
the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga
hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect
like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel
up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I
bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember
me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my
performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
Drive
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus
snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed
cuz I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE FUCK UP!

[Pharoahe
Monch]
Simon Says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck
buck buck buck!)

[Redman]
Jersey in the back jackin cars now
wassup!
Girls, rub on ya titties
(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya
titties
Brick City gritty committee
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the
midst of the calm, the witty

[Method Man]
Yo yo get the fuck up
Yo
yeah I said it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get
stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my
name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin
on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your
mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to
have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second,
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin,
still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
flashin
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor
the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'ma
feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma still
be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent
until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the game of tag
Momma never
kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!
Underground
till we under ground
But y'all first MOTHAFUCKERS!

[Shabaam
Sahdeeq]
My thugs, throw up ya set
And shorties rub on ya breasts
GET
THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps
on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent
tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash
if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound
like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq,
injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's
physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay
stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy,
shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn
that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get
gun-butt up and tied up

[Busta Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw
Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it
over, another ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the
coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if
it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web
site
Yo if you ever violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a
fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom
ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a
mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it
Like
when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is
seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless
ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho
The head honcho, gettin
this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the roughness
Now
watch it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke
screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole
self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of
America
Let us control and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your whip until
your crash the whole truck up
And if you know what's good for you nigga you
better GET THE FUCK UP!!!
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