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 sh*t, hide your jewelry)
I told y'all we was coming
Yo everybody watch out
Word up

[Hook]
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 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 n*ggas (black trash)
Yo come on

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
Who made black folks slam and throw they guns?
Who made da world bacdafucup in '91?
Who made n*ggas go out and shave all they hair bald?
Who beat Dr. Dre for a soul train award?
Who da first rap star you seen dive in a crowd? (Who?!)
Who originated that scream and grimey style? (Who?!)
Who had da last verse you was always waitin for? (Who?!)
Well he's solo now you ain't gotta wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is like a action flick
My solo album coming out February da 6th
I got a question, what's y'all about in here?
I got a question, who got da hottest album this year?
I brought everybody album that came out this year
And I want my money back, I got the hottest album this year
You know how much universal paid Russel Simmons to buy me
Even Interscope was havin' biddin wars tryna sign me
Think it's all about da money? nah, nah, it's more than that
It's real sh*t, when thug n*ggas want ya autograph
There's only three hot rappers that's out, no lie
Lets see there's me, myself and I
I might flip out and bug once da lye gets in me
And go stab a n*gga like Ja Rule did 50
When I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot
Recording in da same studio 2Pac got shot
Bringing to da game new ideas
I got more respect than you and I ain't drop a album in two years
[Hook]

Black Trash
Yo kick that old real sh*t
That green sh*t

Verse 2: Xzibit

Came to change, smoke, provoke da whole sh*t to bouncin
Announcing ya name to loud might get u shut down
I vitallity cut down after da club close
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, with a snub nose
That's how it goes, Xzibit give a f*ck what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a week in a blast of da mohcians
You bast*rds is tweekin, I came to get some pus*y & skate
I never debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel plate
Me & my n*ggas seen da moves u feelin mate
And all da b*tches seen da di*k that they should've ate
We multilate then vacate in da golden state
Home of da place where n*ggas usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & enjoy ya drinks
Cos u ain't tryin to see death & I ain't tryin to see da clink
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a n*gga with this

[Hook]
Word Up!
Yeah we takin all ya money
Takin all ya b*tches

Verse 3: Method Man & Redman

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
I'll probably get shot to death
Y'all n*ggas wanna rock wit Meth?
Not on ya best day
Stoppin ya breath da M.E.F Way
Lets say we get this off our chest
Let da tec spray
S.I. back up in da joint I must confese I
Burnt down da muthaf*ckin house before I left I
These ladies on da dance floor showin butt
My n*ggas in da bathroom throwin up

Carrying a black shottie walkin up da club
Pick out ya dirtiest crew I can stomp in da mud (Who Want It?)
Cos when I scream when im pumpin a slug
Start airin out da room like im vacc*ming up
Doc u know da 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
[Hook]
Black Trash