Nigga, you need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't let the days of yo' life pass by You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't spend all yo' time tryin' to get high You need to get up, get out and get somethin' How will you make it if you never even try? You need to get up, get out and get somethin' (get somethin') 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I I don't recall, ever graduatin' at all Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found Always askin' "Gimme some" livin' life like a mo' Times is rough (my), my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be But negativity is all you seem to ever see I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon' do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (why not?) Why not? My music's all that I got But some time must be invested for this to be manifested I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I Get high but I don't get too high (why?) So what's the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get yo' ass up out the bed befo' three You need to get up, get out, cut that bullshit out Ain't you sick and tired of having to do it out? And what up with all these questions? You act as though you know somethin' I don't Do you have any suggestions? 'Cause every job I get is cruel and demeanin' Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin' But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin' I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin' Nah, that ain't what I'm about Cee-Lo will just continue travelin' his route Without any doubt or fear I know the lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here Did I make myself clear? You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't let the days of yo' life pass by You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't spend all yo' time tryin' to get high, nigga You need to get up, get out and get somethin' How will you make it if you never even try? You need to get up, get out and get somethin' (get somethin') 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I (that's why) Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fuckin' starters In the middle school, I was a bigger fool I wore a tank top to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles (yo) They taught me how to smoke herb I followed them when they ran numbers So ever since I was Rosemary's baby And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em (what's up, hoe?) See all the players, came, and all the players, went A player ain't a gangsta but a player can handle his shit, bitch You need to get up, get out, get somethin' Smoke out, 'cause it's all about money, money, money Yeah, I said it, a nigga sportin' plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized, 'cause they raised me I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid Yeah, he pays me, and it's cool It's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't let the days of yo' life pass by You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't spend all yo' time tryin' to get high, nigga You need to get up, get out and get somethin' How will you make it if you never even try? You need to get up, get out and get somethin' (get somethin') 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I (that's why) A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and them spirits got the mutant's mind I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet I got my Long Johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap I'm headed out the do', to get off in my ride I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head (You got to get up, get out and get somethin') Now I know it's on, my day is finally started Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick '84 Sedan DeVille, steady bouncin' Out the Pointe to Campbellton Road The valley of the Southside flow Everybody know about that killer that we call blow, so Keep yo' eyes peeled for the cover unit 'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks And through the fog Here come the Red Dogs, I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog Dippin' from the area, I'm scared So one of these bitches might wind up dead 'Cause I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for '96 '94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, Outkast, a vision from the past Hootie Hoo (Hootie Hoo), my white owls are burnin' kinda slow You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't let the days of yo' life pass by You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't spend all yo' time tryin' to get high, nigga You need to get up, get out and get somethin' How will you make it if you never even try? You need to get up, get out and get somethin' (get somethin') 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I (that's why) Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote (huh), why? Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so, why I got to register? I'm thinkin' of better shit to do with my time Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep-est rhymes So let me take ya way Back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin' But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin' Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool Cool is how I played the tenth grade I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fades Instead of bein' in class, I'd rather be up in some ass Not thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies Damn, that's fucked up, I should've listened when my mama told me that "If you play now, you gonna suffer later" Figured she was talkin' yang-yang, so I payed her no attention And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with The doper that I get, the mo' I'm feelin' broke as shit Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast So get up off your ass You need to get up, get out and get somethin' Don't let the days of yo' life pass by You need to get up, get out and get somethin' (get somethin') Don't spend all yo' time tryin' to get high You need to get up, get out and get somethin' How will you make it if you never even try? You need to get up, get out and get somethin' (get somethin') 'Cause you and I got to do for you and I You need to g- You need to g- You need to g- You need to g-

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Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto