เนื้อเพลง Get It Up - Sticky Fingaz

Is ya'll ready to go up in here?
Aight, pull the black mask down
We 'bout to rush the door
(Ah sh*t, hide your jewelry)
I told ya'll 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 ya'll n*ggas
Yo, come on

Hennesy'd up, play the cut lighting it up
Rag on me head, eyes lookin' half way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the streets
I'm iceburg to my feet about a third of the week
Relax baby don't spazz cause he touched your ass
I ain't say sh*t when your friend touched my d*ck
I see Brooklyn scheamin', we all in the spot
But that's hip-hop, we rap n*ggas 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 te spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in here
Someone bring me to the ho s*ckin' cocks in here
I'm the hottest sh*t Universal got this year
And all my n*ggas rockin' rocks in here, come on

[Chorus]

Black Trash
Aiyo, kick that old real sh*t
That Queens sh*t

Firemarshall said it's too packed, n*gga f*ck the law
And the guest list, n*ggas 'bout to rush the door
Got cats online in ties and suits
We come through VIP b*tton 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 d*ck and three on my tongue
My manager, the b*tch name is Helen Wate
Need a free show? n*gga got 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'm a be standing

[Chorus]

Word up
We takin' all ya'll money
We takin' all ya'll b*tches
What ya'll thought it was

I'm so hot to death
I'll probably get shot to death
F*ck who the cops arrest
My killers is rough, shoot up th club like Puff
N*ggas'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 n*gga out of the street
Nobody can creep
Thirty deep n*gga, I'm out of your reach
Ain't nothing but killers boasting next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every color except for green
In the club, that's were my n*ggas jewelry shop
When the hammer cock, we don't care who we box
So why you come to club, what you livin' it up
Why you f*ckin' 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