"Get It Up (Remix)" lyrics

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

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut go 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 acting 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 niggas (black trash)
Yo come on

[Sticky Fingaz:]
Who made black folks slam and throw they guns?
Who made the world bacdafucup in '91?
Who made niggas go out and shave they head bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a soul train award?
Who the first rap star you seen dive into the crowd?
Who originated that screaming grimey sound?
Who had the last verse you were always waiting for?
Well he's solo now you ain't gotta wait no more?
Sticky Fingaz! My life is like an action flick
My solo album coming out February the 6th
I got a question what's it all about in here?
I got a question who got the hottest album this year?
I brought everybody's album who came out this year
And I want my money back I got the hottest album this year
Do you know how much universal paid Russel Simmons to buy me
Even Interscope was having bidding wars trying to sign me
Do you think it's all about the money nah, nah, it's more than that
It's real shit when thug niggas want ya autograph
There's only 3 hot rappers that's out no lie
Let's see there's me, myself and I
I might flip out and bug once the la gets in me
And go stab a nigga like Ja Rule did fifty
When I rhyme, I put rappers on the spot
Recording in the same studio, 2Pac got shot
Bringing to the game new ideas
I cop more respect than you, I ain't dropped an album in 2 years

Black trash
Yo kick that old real shit
That green shit

[Xzibit:]
Came to change, smoke, provoke the whole shit to bouncing
Announcing ya name to loud might get you shut down
I vitality cut down after the club close
Wetting up ya Sunday clothes, with a snub nose
That's how it goes, Xzibit give a fuck what you thinking
Everyday for me is a week in a blast of the mohicans
You bastards is tweeking, I came to get some pussy and skate
I never debate, fake featherweights catch a nickel plate
Me and my niggas seen the moves you feeling mate
And all the bitches seen the dick that they should've ate
We mutilate then vacate in the golden state
Home of the place where niggas usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars and enjoy ya drinks
'Cause you ain't trying to see death and I ain't trying to see the clink
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don't pop Crist', but will pop a nigga with this

Word up!
Yeah we taking all ya money
Taking all ya bitches

[Method Man and Redman:]
Yo. Yo. I'm so hot to def
I'll probably get shot to death
Y'all niggas wanna rock with Meth?
Not on ya best day
Stopping ya breath the M.E.F. Way
Let's say we get this off our chest
Let the tec spray
S.I. back up in the joint I must confess I
Burnt down the motherfucking house before I left I
These ladies on the dance floor showing butt
My niggas in the bathroom throwing up

Carrying a black shottie walking up the club
Pick out ya dirtiest crew I can stomp in the mud (Who want it?)
'Cause when I scream when I'm pumping a slug
Start airing out the room like I'm vacuuming up
Doc you know the rukcus gonna get brung tonight

Killa Bees says somebody gonna get stung tonight
Hit me, hit 'em up, stick me, stick 'em up
If we can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up

Black trash