Get It Up Lyrics

Get It Up lyrics

Is y'all ready to go up in here?

Aiight, pull the black mask down

We
bout to rush the door

(Ah shit, hide your jewelry)

I told y'all we was
coming

Yo everybody watch out

Word up



[Chorus]

Get it up,
huh

The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh

My killers in the cut
coast stick em up, huh

Ladies grab your shirts and lift em up,
huh

Lemme see your ass baby back it up, huh

My soldiers on the front
line actin up, huh

Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh

Lemme see
your guns, what throw em up, huh

Lemme see your guns, what throw em up,
huh



Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up

I told y'all niggaz

Yo come
on



Hennesied up, play the cut lighting it up

Rag on my head, eyes
lookin half way dead

Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the
street

I'm iceburg to my feet about a third of the week

Relax baby
don't spazz cuz he touched your ass

I ain't say shit when your friend
touched my dick

I see Brooklyn schemin, we all in the spot

But that's
hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the block

Is it me or is it gettin hot in
here

I think somebody bout to get shot in here

The nine mill guarenteed
to clear the spot in here

And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in
here

Someone bring me to the hoe suckin cocks in here

I think they
trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here

I'm the hottest shit Universal
got this year

And all my niggaz rockin rocks in here, come
on



[Chorus]



Black Trash

Ayo kick that old real
shit

That Queens shit



Firemarshall said it's too packed, nigga
fuck the law

And the guest list, niggaz bout to rush the door

Got cats
online in ties and suits

We come through VIP button flies and
boots

Everybody gettin comped, I ain't paying no admission

Stick
Fingaz, I can't even pay attention

Love the freaks that tweek and be liftin
it up

Love the freaks that ceep and be giving it up

I got twelve inches,
I'm well hung

Nine on my dick and three on my toungue

My manager, the
bitch name is Helen Wate

Need a free show? Nigga go to Hell and
wait

And if God only helped those who help themselves

When I see
something, I want em, I help myself

So unless me and you come to an
understanding

You gonna be under, and I'ma be
standing



[Chorus]



Word up

We takin all y'all money

We
takin all y'all bitches

What y'all thought it was



I'm so hot to
death

I'll probably get shot to death

Fuck who the cops arrest

My
killers is rough, shoot up the club like Puff

Niggaz'll duck, chains
tucked, Timbs get scuffed

I pull a four-four from out of the seat

Up
out it and beat

Picture me not riding with heat

Jump out of the
Jeep

Clear a nigga out of the street

Nobody can creep

Thirty deep
nigga, I'm out of your reach

Ain't nothing but killers boasting next to
me

I'm prejuduce, I hate every color except for green

In the club,
that's were my niggaz jwewlry shop

When the hammer cock, we don't care who
we box

So why you come to the club, what you livin it up

Why you fuckin
with that chicken, was she givin it up

Why you even cop jewels, what you
can't get stuck

Why you never say when, you ain't had
enough



[Chorus]



Let's go

Get it up