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Get It Up Lyrics – Sticky Fingaz


Get It Up

Sticky Fingaz
Song Writer(s): Jones, Kirk, Spivey,
Publisher: IMMA PLAY JASON MUSIC,



Damn, is y'all ready to go up in here?
Alright, pull the black mask down
We 'bout to rush the door
Ah ****, 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 *** 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 *****s, 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 spazz 'cuz he touched your ***
I ain't say **** when your friend touched my ****
I see Brooklyn schemin', we all in the spot
But that's hip hop, we rap *****z 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 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' ****s in here
I think they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest **** Universal got this year
And all my *****z 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 ***, 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 ****
That Queens **** *****


Fire marshall said it's too packed, ***** ***k the law
And the guest list, *****z '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 **** and three on my toungue
My manager, the ***** name is Helen Wate
Need a free show? ***** 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 ***, 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'a money
We takin' all y'a *****es, what y'all thought it was?


I'm so hot to death, I'll probably get shot to death
***k who the cops arrest my killers is rough
Shoot up the club like Puff, *****z'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 ***** out of the street
Nobody can creep thirty deep *****, I'm out of your reach


Ain't nothing but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors except for green
In the club, that's were my *****z jewelry shop
When the hammer ****, we don't care who we box


So why you come to the club, what you livin' it up?
Why you ***kin' 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?


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 ***, 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


Let's go, get it up

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