Chris Webby ft. DMX - We Up Lyrics

(Yo JP)

(We up) all night, yeah, they try but they can't
(Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a
(Re-up) yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition
I get it on when the bomb is tickin' (run and tell 'em)
(We up) all night, yeah, they try but they can't
(Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a
(Re-up) they ain't catchin' up to my position
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'

Someone lit the fuse, fired up with a fifth of booze
Walk around like I don't got shit to lose
I'm a boss so don't get this shit confused
And start thinkin' you could ever come fit the shoe, so listen
I'm hard body as an armadillo, you soft as a body pillow (yeah)
Memory foam, let it be known
I'ma catch you like it's sharks and minnows
Leavin' heartbroken moms and widows (yeah)
'Cause I'm killin' rappers dead, I don't need to blast no semi
Just the ink from the pen, get the casket ready
That'll show these motherfuckers not to clash with Webby
Fuck Freddy, shit I'm chasin' with a mask, machete
And raw strength to defeat you, bruise, and beat you
All I leave 'em with's a fuckin' tube to breathe through
Put 'em in a chair with wheels like R2D2
And still pull the rug from underneath you, I be
Smashin' 'em brutally, savagin' cruelly (yeah)
Kick 'em while they down and we snatchin' they jewelry
I'm a beast, I ain't askin' if you agree (nah)
Spit it so cold you could feel it where your cavities used to be (yeah)
With the dog and they let us out the kennel (woof)
Teach 'em rap game fundamentals (proof)
Proof is in the puddin', all these years put in
And still doin' what you couldn't, Webby

(We up) all night, yeah, they try but they can't
(Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a
(Re-up) yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition
I get it on when the bomb is tickin' (run and tell 'em)
(We up) all night, yeah, they try but they can't
(Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a
(Re-up) they ain't catchin' up to my position
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'
Run and tell 'em (run and tell 'em)

X, it's pretty disrespectful, nigga
You ain't gotta cross the line for me to check you, nigga
My scratch game official, match game official
That aim'll hit you, sound the same as a whistle
I woke up and broke up what I had to break
Don't take a earthquake to get this ground to shake
Don't play, you know I'm sensitive, nigga
Have 'em never be able to find the rest of you, nigga
I was puttin' work in while you was jerkin' off
Your work is soft, thought you could hurt the boss?
But even thinkin' 'bout it, mouth full of dirt's the cost
Thinkin' 'bout your kids, is it worth the loss?
I'm talkin' old school, gloves and shirts is off
Fuck drippin', I have a nigga squirtin' sauce
One thing for certain, two things for sure
If I'm sleep, don't knock on my fuckin' door, nah

(We up) all night, yeah, they try but they can't
(Keep up) long time on the grind, think I need a
(Re-up) yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition
I get it on when the bomb is tickin' (run and tell 'em) (what)
(We up) all night, yeah, they try but they can't
(Keep up) (come on) long time on the grind, think I need a
(Re-up) (yeah) they ain't catchin' up to my position
I get it on when the bomb is tickin' (man)
Run and tell 'em

(We up)