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Lament - Get it Up 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
 [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 doorLament - Get it Up - http://motolyrics.com/lament/get-it-up-lyrics.html
 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








