Pharoahe Monch Ft. Method Man, Redman, Busta Rhymes, & Others Simon Says Lyrics

[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE f___ UP!
Simon says "GET THE f___ UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your t__ties (yeah)
Yeah f___ it I said it rub on ya t__ties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act s___ty
In the midst of the calm, the witty

[Lady Luck]
Yo SHUT THE f___ UP!
Luck said "SHUT THE f___ UP!"
b____es in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get c___ed, smacked or f___ed up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
a__ed out in the bleachers stay s___tin on the game
I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was v_____l, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

[Pharoahe Monch]
WHAT THE f___'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme
s___, I spectacular run hit spit b____es venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast n____ that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, t__ties and knockers on the floor
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a n____ like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his a__, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a n_____-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe f___in Monch, ain't a d___ thing changed

Yo yo get the f___ up
Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the f___ up"
I got a b____ named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a n____ hangin like ya mom's m___ler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya p____ like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] f___ the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus s_____ the goods
Yea-yeah my n____, one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE f___ UP!

[Pharoahe Monch]
Simon Says "GET THE f___ UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)

Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya t__ties
(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya t__ties
Brick City gritty committee
Pity the fool that act s___ty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Method Man]
Yo yo get the f___ up
Yo yeah I said it, get the f___ up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
a__holes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya 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 wit kids this bad
No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!
Underground till we under ground
But y'all first m________ERS!

[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
My thugs, throw up ya set
And shorties rub on ya b______
GET THE f___ UP, outta that dress, I palm t__s
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, 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 into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then p___ that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the f___ up!"
Punk n____s get gun-b___ up and tied up

[Busta Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the c__e and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my s___e
f___ a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a f___in fat face
n____, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
b____es, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all n____s is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my n____ Pharoahe Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough 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 n____ s___ that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live n____s of America
Let us control and own the f___in area
Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck up
And if you know what's good for you n____ you better GET THE f___ UP!!!

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