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
  
   [Chorus]
  
   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
  
   [Chorus]
  
   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