text: You got to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont spend all your time tryna get high
  You need git up, git out and git something
  How will you make it if you never even try?
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Cause you and I got to do for you and I
  Thats why
  Well, uh, get up, stand up, so whats said, you pinhead?
  See, when I was a youngster, used to wear them country Pro Keds
  My mama made me do it but the devil, he made me smart
  Told me to jack them weak suckers for they hooded Starters
  In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
  I worе with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
  I used to hang out with my daddys brothers, I call them my unclеs
  They taught me , I followed them when they ran numbers
  So in a sense, I was Rosemarys baby
  And then I learned the difference between a trick and a lady
  Hell, I treat em all like those, see I pimped em
  Witch never had my money so I never whipped em
  See, all the playas came and all the playas went
  A playa aint a gangsta but a playa can handle his business
  You need to git up, git out, git something
  Smoke out cause its all about money, money, money
  Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves hat
  I hang with Rico Wade cause the Dungeon is where the funks at, boy
  Im true to Organized cause they raised me
  Im also down with LaFace cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
  And its cool, yeah, its real cool getting paid fat pockets
  And all that other fat stuff like that, yeah
  You got to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont spend all your time tryna get high
  You need git up, git out and git something
  How will you make it if you never even try?
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Cause you and I got to do for you and I
  Thats why
  Yall telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
  Aint nobody Black running but crac-kers
  So, why I got to register?
  I thinking of better stuff to do with my time
  Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep-est rhymes
  So let me take yall way
  Back to when Benjamin stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ayy
  Yall could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock
  At age thirteen, start working at the loading dock
  They laying my mama off of work, General Motors trippin
  But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
  Doing dumb thangs, not knowing what I know now
  Yeah, that petty stuff will have you cased up and locked down
  I dips, over to East Point still actin a fool
  Wasting my time in the school, Id rather be shooting pool
  Cool is how I played the tenth grade
  I thought it was all about mackin girls and wearing pimp fade
  Instead of being in class, Id rather be up in some 
  Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
  Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
  Damn, thats messed up, I shouldve listened when my mama told me
  That, if you play now, youre gonna suffer later
  Figured she was talking yang yang so I paid her no attention
  And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with
  The doper that I get, the more Im feeling broke as chits
  Huh, but that dont matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast
  So get up off your ass
  You got to git up, git out and git something
  Dont let the days of your life pass by
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Dont spend all your time tryna get high
  You need git up, git out and git something
  How will you make it if you never even try?
  You need to git up, git out and git something
  Cause you and I got to do for you and I
  Thats why
  You need to...
  You need to...
  You need to...