Get It Up

<br>Is y`all ready to go up in here?<br>Aiight, pull the black mask down<br>We bout to rush the door<br>(Ah shit, hide your jewelry)<br>I told y`all we was coming<br>Yo everybody watch out<br>Word up<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Get it up, huh<br>The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh<br>My killers in the cut coast stick em up, huh<br>Ladies grab your shirts and lift em up, huh<br>Lemme see your ass baby back it up, huh<br>My soldiers on the front line actin up, huh<br>Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh<br>Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh<br>Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh<br><br>Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up<br>I told y`all niggaz<br>Yo come on<br><br>Hennesied up, play the cut lighting it up<br>Rag on my head, eyes lookin half way dead<br>Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the street<br>I`m iceburg to my feet about a third of the week<br>Relax baby don`t spazz cuz he touched your ass<br>I ain`t say shit when your friend touched my dick<br>I see Brooklyn schemin, we all in the spot<br>But that`s hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the block<br>Is it me or is it gettin hot in here<br>I think somebody bout to get shot in here<br>The nine mill guarenteed to clear the spot in here<br>And we ain`t get searched kid, we got glocks in here<br>Someone bring me to the hoe suckin cocks in here<br>I think they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here<br>I`m the hottest shit Universal got this year<br>And all my niggaz rockin rocks in here, come on<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Black Trash<br>Ayo kick that old real shit<br>That Queens shit<br><br>Firemarshall said it`s too packed, nigga fuck the law<br>And the guest list, niggaz bout to rush the door<br>Got cats online in ties and suits<br>We come through VIP button flies and boots<br>Everybody gettin comped, I ain`t paying no admission<br>Stick Fingaz, I can`t even pay attention<br>Love the freaks that tweek and be liftin it up<br>Love the freaks that ceep and be giving it up<br>I got twelve inches, I`m well hung<br>Nine on my dick and three on my toungue<br>My manager, the bitch name is Helen Wate<br>Need a free show? Nigga go to Hell and wait<br>And if God only helped those who help themselves<br>When I see something, I want em, I help myself<br>So unless me and you come to an understanding<br>You gonna be under, and I`ma be standing<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Word up<br>We takin all y`all money<br>We takin all y`all bitches<br>What y`all thought it was<br><br>I`m so hot to death<br>I`ll probably get shot to death<br>Fuck who the cops arrest<br>My killers is rough, shoot up the club like Puff<br>Niggaz`ll duck, chains tucked, Timbs get scuffed<br>I pull a four-four from out of the seat<br>Up out it and beat<br>Picture me not riding with heat<br>Jump out of the Jeep<br>Clear a nigga out of the street<br>Nobody can creep<br>Thirty deep nigga, I`m out of your reach<br>Ain`t nothing but killers boasting next to me<br>I`m prejuduce, I hate every color except for green<br>In the club, that`s were my niggaz jwewlry shop<br>When the hammer cock, we don`t care who we box<br>So why you come to the club, what you livin it up<br>Why you fuckin with that chicken, was she givin it up<br>Why you even cop jewels, what you can`t get stuck<br>Why you never say when, you ain`t had enough<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Let`s go<br>Get it up