Released on October 19, 1999

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[Produced by Pharoahe Monch]


[Intro]

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahh


[Chorus]

Get the fuck up

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"

Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)

Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?

Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)

Yeah, 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]

Y'all know the name (Uh)

Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (Uh)

You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated (Uh-huh)

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 shit, 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


[Chorus]

Get the fuck up

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"

Put your hands to the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)

Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up?

Girlies, rub on your titties (Yeah)

Yeah, fuck it, I said rub on your titties

New York City gritty committee pity the fool

That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty


[Verse 2]

Yo, where you at? (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 shit don't start pumping 'til after 12 p.m. 

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


[Chorus]

Get the fuck up

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"

Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)

The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now, what's up?

Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)

I said, rub on your titties

New York City gritty committee pity the fool

That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty


[Outro]

New Jeruz (Get the fuck up)

Shaolin, yeah (Get the fuck up)

Long Isle, c'mon (Get the fuck up)

Worldwide, c'mon, c'mon (Get the fuck up)