Funk U Up

(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>(Get down)<br>(Wessyde)<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>I`m posted up in a Cutlass, hoo-bangin in a bucket<br>Hennessy got a nigga mind shifted, so fuck it<br>Told you muthafuckas we was back droppin amity<br>Riders on deck, Chuck T`s my calamity<br>Servin any niggas tryin to dip on them whips<br>100 spokes gold thangs so I bangs with the clip<br>Out of the cut like a ( ? ) I slides like a Klingon<br>( ? ) hit the switch and leave that ass froze like freon<br>It`s them mad-ass Cartel gangsters<br>Throwin bolos so fuck what Bo knows cause I`ma bank ya<br>Put your ass on some crutches<br>Stackin ends like the Dutches<br>Counterreact for the attack like Marcus Allen rushes<br>It`s that Westside rider Rhime Son, like that<br>In a `burban still swervin sippin on a cognac<br>With my tag team, Prode`je, nigga, you couldn`t fuck with the realest<br>We get in that ass like Bruce Willis<br>Bitch<br><br>(Funk you right on up<br>we gonna funk you right on up)<br>Westside<br>(Funk you right on up<br>we gonna funk you right on up)<br>Eastside rider<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Yeah<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Nigga<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Peep game<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Well, sit your punk-ass down<br>(..down)<br>Eastside rider<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]<br>Predatory like the Terminator, mo` game than Sega<br>How many muthafuckas wanna step to this omega<br>Supreme, the .44 cocked for the cream<br>I fiend for the green so the gee`s on the scene<br>My diamond`s in the back but your diamond`s in my pocket<br>I knock your jaws loose flyin things like a rocket<br>You couldn`t stop it cause 6-4`s, yeah, we drops it<br>Comin for your ( ? ) slingin muthafuckin toxic<br>Niggas never loc unless you worry S.C.<br>Cause many muthafuckas I can bury O.G.<br>But when you close your eyes it`s the gees comin atcha<br>Khakis, Chuck T`s, Beefy-Tee`s, I`ma gatcha<br>Steady dippin, things whippin, am I crippin<br>Niggas hate a player so the playa-hatas trippin<br>When the Rhime Son ridin shotgun niggas see the blues<br>And we don`t give a fuck about yo crews<br><br>(Funk you right on up<br>we gonna funk you right on up)<br>Eastside rider<br>(Funk you right on up<br>we gonna funk you right on up)<br>Wessyde<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Haha<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Geah<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>1996<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Sit yo ass down<br>(...down)<br>Cartel riders<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Rhime Son ]<br>I`m dippin back to the hood ragged up too deep<br>Extended clips, hollow tips, Murder Squad don`t sleep<br>I`m terrorizin a terroist, fuck Hussein and his posse<br>Expanded flows, hot .44`s, khaki saggin, fuck a Nazi<br>I`m mobbin block to block, chronic got a nigga on twist<br>I gets deeper than the death, so muthafuck the _Abyss_<br>It`s the S.C. O.G. (Who I be?) H-a-v<br>96 in your shit, Rhime Son and Prode`je<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Cause we be swingin 17, makin muthafuckas over<br>Comin through your hoods like a muthafuckin soldier<br>Gangsta rap is over, muthafuckas, how you figure?<br>Cause bein anti-gee is like bein anti-nigga<br>They try to put to bed but the gee is never sleepin<br>I`m down with TLC cause the nigga sho` creepin<br>The chronic flows, as it grows you`se a witness<br>So sit the fuck down and let the gees handle business<br><br>(Funk you right on up<br>we gonna funk you right on up)<br>Westside<br>(Funk you right on up<br>we gonna funk you right on up)<br>Eastside rider<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Yeah<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Nigga<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Busters<br>(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)<br>Sit your punk-ass down<br>(..down)<br>Nigga right<br>Westside and Eastside on a mission, nigga<br><br>199-c-c, muthafuckas<br>South Central Cartel beatin yo ass since `91<br>And it don`t stop<br>Never that, never that, nigga<br>199... to infinity<br>Prode`je and Rhime Son, fool