Damn, is y'all ready to go up in here?   Alright, 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      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 out   I told y'all niggas, 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 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 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' 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      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      Black Trash, yo kick that old real shit   That Queens shit nigga      Fire marshall 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 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 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 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 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      Word up, we takin' all y'a money   We takin' all y'a 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 ridin' 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 boastin' next to me   I'm prejudice, I hate every colors except for green   In the club, that's were my niggaz jewelry 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?      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      Let's go, get it up