Simon Says (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Get the fuck up Simon says, "Get the fuck up" Throw your hands in the sky (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo!) Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up? Girls, rub on your titties (Yeahhh!) Yeah, fuck it, I said it rub on your titties New York City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty In the midst of the calm, the witty [Verse 1: Lady Luck] Yo, shut the fuck up Luck said, "Shut the fuck up" Bitches in the back like crack, gettin' cut up I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up Act like a man and get cocked, smacked the fuck up Pull the truck up – Luck, you know the name Ass out in the bleachers, stay shitting on the game I suppose what you're spitting is flames? Cowards Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the douche powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees, chill Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly 'till you get airsick (Now that's ill) Two choices – either squeeze or peel (Now that's real) [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] What the fuck's going on here? Just a minute now, hold up Sinister with it, the time, I diminish and finish, roll up When I'm in a cinematography state of mind My rap trip rip, flip, clip, say the rhyme Shit, a spectacular run, hit spit bitches vernacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the immaculate Binaca blast, nigga, that's fast, son – I'll box ya Ladies rub the ta-tas, bras, titties, and knockers on the floor (Oww!) Fellas, pull your cock out on the verge To splurge verbs for third-round knockout Uh, I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Thus crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave Separate him from his fam, he don't know how to behave Now – drag his ass, bag dunn for his loot Figure me to give a nigga-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for 2Pac, seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky Tah, up in your neighborhood malls How's that? Fat action-packed rap to maintain Pharoahe fuckin' Monch – ain't a damn thing changed [Verse 3: Redman & Pharoahe Monch] Yo, yo, get the fuck up Funk Doctor Spock said, "Get the fuck up" I got a bitch named Nina, and I tuck her I leave a nigga hanging like your mom's muffler Snuff her, then my boys follow up Respect like The Fonz, you see the collar up? (Ayeeee) I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up I kamikaze your town off a Arrow bus Karat cut – yeah, mami, pull over I'll bend your pussy like for years I knew yoga I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me Off Hennessy, that's why I carry Mini-Me I need fifty feet when my performance starts I push an armored car with Lowenharts 19 inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turn it dark off a warning shot Drive off and pop – six in your hood Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods Yeah, yeah, my nigga! One rhyme and you'll fold over I'm hot-headed, 'cause I walk with cold shoulders [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Redman] Yeah, get the fuck up Simon says, "Get the fuck up" Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo!) Jersey in the back, jacking cars, now what's up? Girls, rub on your titties (Yeahhh!) That's right, I said it, rub on your titties Brick City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty In the midst of the calm, the witty [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, yo, get the fuck up Yo, yeah, I said it, "Get the fuck up" Walk through Shaolin after dark? You'd get stuck up Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up You know my name and, Pharoahe Monch, why we came – what? We off the chains, plus we plotting on a chain – what? Know your role – by the way, tuck your gold And you and your mic can ease on down the road Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one Shooting in the sky, trying to blast sun Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one Fifty cent flashin', they hate us with a passion Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion You're plaid, I'm stripes – together, we be clashin' Here's a Tunnel banger Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you Slap you 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 with kids this bad No justice, bring da ruckus Underground 'til we under ground But y'all first, motherfuckers! [Verse 5: Shabaam Sahdeeq] My thugs, throw up your set And shorties, rub on your breasts Get the fuck up out of that dress; I palm tits You herbs get flipped like Jeeps on mountain cliffs I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point Talon tips Double-S, double the threat, double your bet Double up on that cash, if you'd decide to invest You sound like B.I.G., 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, instant delete Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay with the heat Stay sticking fools like you for them rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, should've insured that link Straight to Canal, appraise that link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says, "Shut the fuck up" Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan – been thuggin' Lovin' the way we flood jewels for nothin' Lay it over, another ambush and takeover Yo, we don't only get money, we cuts the coke and cooks the shake over You better guard your head right, especially late at night,  Or find the picture of your autopsy up on the website Yo, if you ever violate my space – Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you with a fuckin' fat face, nigga! Busta Rhymes, the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom and some Like the ghost of a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion Biggest snitches coming out and you know who's showing it Like when the British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets Y'all niggas is seamless blends of seemless friends Lip on about the results of a bunch of seamless ends Colossal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho The head honchos, gettin' this money like Leonardo (Do-do-do-do) 'Nuff 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 (Ha ha ha!) Wild in your whip until you crash the whole truck up And if you know what's good for you, nigga, you better get the fuck up! Ah-hee-hee-hee