DJ Scratch - Get It Up lyrics

[Fredro Starr] Is y'all ready to go up in here? Aiight, pull the black mask down We bout to rush the door (Ah sh**, hide your j**elry) I told y'all we was coming Yo everybody watch out Word up [Hook: Sticky Fingaz] Get it up, huh The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh My k**ers in the cut coast stick em up, huh Ladies grab your shirts and lift em up, huh Lemme see your a** 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 [Fredro Starr] Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up I told y'all n***as Yo come on [Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz] 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 a** I ain't say sh** when your friend touched my dick I see Brooklyn schemin', we all in the spot But that's hip hop, we rap n***as 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 s**in' co*ks in here I think they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here I'm the hottest sh** Universal got this year And all my n***as rockin' rocks in here, come on [Hook] [Fredro Starr] Black Trash Ayo kick that old real sh** That Queens sh** [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] Firemarshall said it's too packed, n***a f** the law And the guest list, n***as bout to rush the door Got cats online in ties and suits We come through VIP bu*ton 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 b**h name is Helen Wate Need a free show? n***a 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 [Hook] [Fredro Starr] Word up We takin' all y'all money We takin' all y'all b**hes What y'all thought it was [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] I'm so hot to d**h I'll probably get shot to d**h f** who the cops arrest My k**ers is rough, shoot up the club like Puff n***as'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***a out of the street Nobody can creep Thirty deep n***a, I'm out of your reach Ain't nothing but k**ers boasting next to me I'm prejuduce, I hate every color except for green In the club, that's where my n***as j**elry shop When the hammer co*k, we don't care who we box So why you come to the club, what you livin' it up Why you f**in' with that chicken, was she givin' it up Why you even cop j**els, what you can't get stuck Why you never say when, you ain't had enough [Hook] [Interlude over hook] (They scheming on my chain son) [What? I don't know god.] (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? [Oh s**t!] *shots fired, people screaming and yelling* [Outro] Let's go Get it up