Get Up chords by MONE CORLEONE

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Verse 1
G 
Come on, yeah, that's the way,
we like it, look, look
It goes 1 -2, 1 -2,
guess who wanna come through?
You know them
Queens niggas run through,
do what we want to
Humble, but when it's on the ball,
never fumble,
Queens birth kings of the jungle
You heard me, it's rude to this gang,
we know, nothing higher than that
4 -5 fever, see low, let's do it major
Hands in the air if you all
about your paper,
and if you sitting down,
all I need is one favor
Get up, pop your hands and on, come on
Get up, pop your hands and
Come on, come on
Get up, pop your hands and
Come on, come on
Get up, pop your hands and
Come on, come on
So what's Neon?
Two -steppin' with my weapon,
bouncin', doin' my dance
DJ Mali G, cuttin', playin' my jam
I got the baddies all around,
D 'usse in my hand
Got your girl drivin' the boat
while you drawin' the land
I bet her hot girl somethin'
about to ruin your plans
Cause once she fuck me,
she gon' do it again
Bangstop to the top,
and you know we do it major
So if you sittin' down,
all I need is one favor
Get pop your hands and on, come on,
Get up, pop your hands and
Come on, come on, come on
Get up, pop your hands and
Come on, come on,
Get up, pop your hands and
Come on, come on,
One, two, one, two,
Ab 
guess who on the come
through?
G 
You know them
Queens niggas run through,
do what we want to
Come through, on the come through,
me and my young boo
Bb 
G 
Redbone, we've touched
the floor like Rapunzel
She know where his ass at,
snatch your girl, you won't get her back
Till I give her back,
in the backseat, laid back
Sweatin' out her wig,
got her meat meal breakback
Gotta be some type
of comfy to display that
We cleanin' out the trap,
servin' Ajax OG
with the young boys like I'm AWACS
Queens nigga, way down in the A,
rockin' Bravehats
Big dog, we don't play around
with these straight cats
They rap, we state facts
Now can you say that?
They act, we react
Homie, don't play that
Niggas know for that jiggadoes,
they think they go crazy
Giving gold, picking roads,
premature babies
I tell you I'ma do it, I'ma
do it, no ladies
Southside, been getting to it since the 80s
Get up, get out, do something, nigga
You ain't getting no money,
you frontin', nigga
My gear on Ric Flair, my whip on that chair
My chick can pop shit,
her nigga ain't no square
Niggas running in circles,
ain't getting them nowhere
Milked up,
fuckin' your bitch with no head
Nigga, hear me and hear me clear
On the road to the riches,
I'ma stare me there
All the hatin' niggas doin',
I'ma still be here
While you broke in the hood,
lookin' filthy there
E 
G 
We here, we here
Get clap your hands and
Come on, come on and
Come on
Get up, clap your hands and
Come on, come on and
Come on
Get up, clap your hands and
Come on, come on and
Come on
Get up, clap your hands and
G 
Come come on
G 
G 
G 
G 
Come on, come on and get up,
clap your hands and...
G 
Come on, come on and get up,
clap your hands and...