ACT UP Lyrics by Killer Mike Ft. Young Nudy
(Hahahahaha)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I told you I was comin’, Killer (Yeah, bitch)
I’m tellin’ you (Yeah)
I told you (Hahaha)
I knew I told you (Haha)
Let your worth ethic determine your worth
All for the family, the money come first
You flame on a Sunday, you’re drainin’ the chruch
Can’t see my dawgs, put my dick in the dirt
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Rather die free than be locked up in Broward
Smell like a chick, I look wealthy in person
Spin ’bout my bad bitch, I’m back in my Birkin
Top dawg, can’t let go this shit, I got lockjaw
They say Nip back in style, yeah, that’s my fault
If my name in they mouth, then, it’s G.O.A.T. talk
Got to get back the worth, ain’t no days off
Get my normalcy up, that’s what fame costs
Any opp on my list, scratch his name off
Made a millionaire for every slave ball
Blacked out Range, I’m swervin’
Double red guts, better murder
Rebel with a cause, now turn up
Bossed up, still a hard worker
Pink lemonade doin’ numbers, ask Burna (Yeah)
Jaw like a lock, I’m humble (Huh)
No progress without struggle (Uh)
I’m the next Herm and J Russell (Uh)
You lookin’ like food in the jungle
Quiet the cap, we make all the noise
Off the curb with the ATL water boys
Play with them, not with us, we got all the toys
Can’t tap in, they not valid, they null, in void
That’s a hit, Barry Bonds, I’m on steroids
Feds is watchin’ for real, I’m not paranoid
Back to back, black on black, murder out the farm
These big rocks on my arm look like asteroids
I pull up in black truck (Black truck)
Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don’t make us act up (Don’t make us act up)
If you actin’ like a actor, boy, I’m just gon’ clap you (Clap you)
I don’t hang with no type of actors, all my niggas ’bout action (Action)
Light, camera, action (Action)
The stick just gon’ get to blastin’ (Brrah)
This shit right here gon’ get nasty (Nasty)
We don’t kill niggas, slump ’em in traffic (Slump ’em)
My dawg, this really for real (Real)
They killin’ this shit, this for real (For real)
We murderin’ shit, nah, for real (For real)
Now, twelve want us for real (For real)
See, the rest of y’all niggas, y’all pussy
Y’all niggas snitch, y’all niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
See, all my niggas, we with it (We with it)
Gettin’ in this shit, we know where they live (We know where they live)
We know what it is in the field (Field)
Ain’t with that shit, it ain’t real (Uh-uh)
‘Cause you get in the room and screw us
You lil’ pussy-ass-niggas for real, my dawg (Hold up)
We gotta kill ’em all (We gotta kill ’em)
Hundred round stick, we feelin’ ’em out (Feelin’ ’em out)
We gotta kill ’em, dawg
We catch them slippin’, we knockin’ ’em off (We knockin’ ’em off)
I don’t care what they ’bout, don’t care what the cost, we droppin’ ’em off
I don’t care what they ’bout, you droppin’ it off, we knockin’ ’em off (Yeah)
I pull up in black truck (Black truck)
Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don’t make us act up (Don’t make us act up)
If you actin’ like a actor, boy, I’m just gon’ clap you (Clap you)
I don’t hang with no type of actors, all my niggas ’bout action (Action)
All my niggas ’bout action
All my niggas ’bout action
Uh, uh, I told you
I know I told you
