Lyrics
It was mad low when it came on
That's why I wasn't saying nothing in the beginning
Yeah yeah, uh, classical shit, huh
Mozart type hip-hop, nigga (Let's get up)
Craig G, Marley Marl, huh
Show you how we still put this shit down, nigga, listen
Yo (Let's get up)
When I said Craig G and Marley formed an ultimate alliance
In dropping science, believe it, when you heard, I wasn't lying
It's the dopest duo coming out of Queensbridge
Where niggas hustle and Ruger shots splatter your spleen, kid
Plus Marley Marl is still the best hip-hop percussionist
So I don't wanna hear none of your beats, there's no discussing it
With Craig G on the mic, tell me what fucks with it
I'll cut off a horse's head and send it to your publicist
This here is that underground, okay
Real hip-hop, if you wanna get technical
Every single record that we made makes the grade
Ask any DJ, our shit's a top collectible
See, that's the difference between hits and classics
Still doing forty gigs a year, you bastards
We attract the masses live at sound clashes
Any part of the world, from Berlin to Aspen
And when the club's so packed with heads, they're gasping for air
I'm right there with a mic ready for action
And that nigga Marley (Cuts so fresh)
And my impact on these tracks will crush your chest, nigga
Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on)
Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on)
Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on)
Let's get up, get up, let's do it
Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on)
Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on)
Let's get up, get up, let's get up (Come on)
Let's get up, get up, let's do it
I come from that era where lyricists bring terror like Muammar Gaddafi
And your shit is sloppy, you wouldn't go far
In this game, the shit's main aim is to turn you out
Burn you out and all of that snake shit you heard about
But yet and still you keep chasing the thrill