Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahhh
Get the ******* up
Simon says, "Get the ******* up"
Throw your hands in the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?
Girls, rub on your ******* (Yeah!)
Yeah, I said it, rub on your *******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act *******tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name—Pharoahe-*******'-Monch—ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in ya Range and *******t, inebriated
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain with long-term goals
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum 'round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street and *******t, it's all good
I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holding up the wall, then you missin' the point
Get the ******* up
Simon says, "Get the ******* up"
Put your hands to the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up?
Girlies, rub on your ******* (Yeah!)
Yeah, ******* it, I said rub on your *******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act *******tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Yo, where you at? Uptown, let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
And *******t don't start pumping till after 12pm
Uh, ignorant minds—I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday, you will agree—
I'm the most obligated, hard and R-rated
Slated to be the best, I must confess—the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall then you missing the point
Get the ******* up
Simon says, "Get the ******* up"
Throw your hands in the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now, what's up?
Girls rub on your ******* (Yeah!)
I said, rub on your *******
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act *******tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru (Get the ******* up)
Shaolin (Get the ******* up)
Long Isle (Get the ******* up)
Worldwide (Get the ******* up)