Get It Up Lyrics - Blacktrash: The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones - Sticky Fingaz

Is y'all ready to go up in here? 

Aight, 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 'cause 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 guaranteed 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