Get It Up - Sticky Fingaz

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

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 niggas

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 niggas 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 ho 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 niggas rockin' rocks in here, come on

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, niggas 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 creep and be giving it up

I got twelve inches, I’m well hung

Nine on my dick and three on my tongue

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 you and me come to an understanding

You gon' be under, and I’ma be standing

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

Niggas’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 where my niggas jewelry 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

(They scheming on my chain son)

(Damn you don’t know son? Yo son look man n****z walking

Over there son, yo what up son) You know what the f**k

It’s is, n***a, give me that chain the f**k you thinking?

*shots fired, people screaming and yelling*

Let’s go

Get it up