Get It Up lyrics

Artist  : Sticky Fingaz 
Song : Get It Up



 Send "Get It Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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