Get It Up

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Damn, is y'all ready to go up in here?
 Alright, 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 out
 I told y'all niggas, yo come on
 Hennesied up, play the cut, lightin' 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 spaz '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 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 mil' guaranteed to clear the spot in here
 And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in here
 Somebody 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
 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
 Black Trash, yo kick that old real shit
 That Queens shit nigga
 Fire marshall 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 and button flies and boots
 Everybody gettin' comped, I ain't paying no admission
 Sticky Fingaz, I can't even pay attention
 Love the freaks that tweek and be liftin' it up
 Love the freaks that creep and be givin' 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 that help themselves
 When I see somethin', I want 'em, I help myself
 So unless you and me come to a understanding
 You gonna be under, and I'ma be standin'
 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
 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 ridin' 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 posted next to me
 I'm prejudice, I hate every color except for green
 In the club, that's were 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 chick and 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?
 Get it up, huh
 The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh
 (Nigga scheming on my chain son) (What?) (I don't know god)
 (Damn you don't know son?)
 (Yo son look man niggaz walking over there son, yo what up son?)
 (You know what the fuck this is, nigga?)
 (Give me that chain the fuck you thinking?)
 (Oh shit!) C'mon
 Let's go
 Get it up
 

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Duration
03:59
Key
1
Tempo
96 BPM

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