Sticky Fingaz - Man up

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 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 niggaz (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 niggaz go out and shave they head bald? Who beat Dr Dre for a soul train award? Who da first rap star u seen dive into da crowd? Who originated that screamin grimey sound? Who had da last verse u were always waitin for? Well he's solo now u aint gotta wait no more? STICKY FINGAZ! my life is like an action flick My solo album coming out february da 6th I got a question whats it all about in here? I got a question who got da hottest album this year? I brought everybodys album who came out this year And I want my money back I got the hottest album this year Do u know how much universal paid russel simmons to buy me Even interscope was havin biddin wars tryin to sign me Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its more than that Its real shit when thug niggaz want ya autograph There's only 3 hot rappers thats out no lie Lets see theres me, myself & I I might flip out & bug once da la gets in me And go stab a nigga like Ja Rule did fifty When I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot Recording in da same studio, 2Pac got shot Bringing to da game new ideas I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an album in 2 years [Chorus] Black Trash Yo kick that old real shit That green shit [Verse 2: Xzibit] Came to change, smoke, provoke da whole shit 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 fuck what u thinkin Everyday for me is a week in a blast of da mohcians You bastards is tweekin, I came to get some pussy & skate I never debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel plate Me & my niggaz seen da moves u feelin mate And all da bitches seen da dick that they should've ate We multilate then vacate in da golden state Home of da place where niggaz usually make there last mistake So pop ya collars & enjoy ya drinks Cos u aint tryin to see death & I aint 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 nigga with this [Chorus] Word Up! Yeah we takin all ya money takin all ya bitches [Verse 3: Method Man & Redman] Yo Yo Im so hot to def I'll probably get shot to death Y'all niggaz 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 muthafuckin house before I left I These ladies on da dance floor showin butt My niggaz 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 vaccuming 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 cant live it up, somebody gotta give it up [Chorus] Black Trash