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



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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 cuz 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 guarenteed 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



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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