Get It Up
Redman feat. Method Man Lyrics

Is y'all ready to go up in here?
Are you all prepared to enter this place?

Aiight, pull the black mask down We bout to rush the door (Ah shit, hide your jewelry) I told y'all we was coming
Okay, put on your black masks. We are about to burst into the place. Oh, no! Conceal your valuable possessions! I warned you that we were coming.

Yo everybody watch out Word up
Everyone needs to be cautious now. Seriously.

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 Yo Sticky Fingaz, word up I told y'all niggaz (black trash) Yo come on
Lift it up, guys! Pick up that jewelry on your wrist, men. My violent associates are here. Ladies, raise your tops. Show us your derriere. Warriors on the battlefield unyielding, let's see your weapons. Sticky Fingaz, what's up! I previously informed you fellas. Come on!

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!
Who initiated the trend of black folks slamming and throwing their firearms? Who began the worldwide movement, Bacdafucup, in 1991? Who popularized bald heads for men? Who bested Dr. Dre for a Soul Train award? Who was the premier rapper to leap into the audience? Who is the progenitor of that abrasive, raspy sound? Who produced the previously mentioned, grand finale verse that you all waited for? Now that he is alone, there's no need to anticipate further. Sticky Fingaz!

My life is like an action flick My solo album coming out february da 6th
My life is the cinematic equivalent of an action film. My individual album will be released on the 6th of February.

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
I have two inquiries. What's happening in this room? Who made the best album this year? I have purchased every single album from 2021, but I want my money back since I have the most successful album. Do you know how much Universal spent to purchase me from Russell Simmons? Even Interscope competed to sign me in a bidding war. This isn't entirely about the money. It's genuine when tough guys request your 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 Black Trash Yo kick that old real shit That green shit
There are only three popular rappers currently; you could even ask me. That would be myself, myself, and I. I might unexpectedly burst out in anger and go on a stabbing spree as Ja Rule did to 50 Cent. While I'm spitting a verse, I place other rappers under pressure. I pronounce that my fresh notions have revolutionized the hip hop music scene. I gain more reverence than you do, despite not putting out an album in two years. Black Trash, go ahead and spit out those vintage, factual rhymes.

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 Word Up! Yeah we takin all ya money takin all ya bitches
I arrived to transform, smoke, and incite the entire scene to bounce. If you scream your name too loudly, your profession might end. My energy is exhausted after the club closes, and I may end up spilling liquor on your best Sunday clothing with my gun. That's how it works, and I don't care what you're thinking. Every day feels like a week in my experiences with the Mohicans. You're struggling due to this. I arrived to get some sex and get away. I never argue and simply hit the fraudulent lightweights with a bullet. My crew and I perceive what you see and perceive what the females desire but never received. After causing harm, we quickly depart from California's prime location where people often make fatal errors. Raise your collars and enjoy your beverages since you don't want to witness death, and I don't want to go to jail. You'll be dispatched into an unfathomable black hole with the swipe of a wrist, and while I don't drink Cristal, I'll still shoot you. Absolutely true. Yeah, we'll take your money and women.

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
Hey, hey! I'm so popular and successful that I may be killed for it. You boys want to collaborate with Meth? Not today, not ever. With the M.E.F. Way, I'll end your life. Let's say we become honest. Release the firearms. S.I. is returning to the establishment, and I must admit that I previously burned it down. Females are shaking their buttocks on the dance floor, while my squad throws up in the lavatory. Bearing a black shotgun, I march to the entrance of the nightclub. I'll choose the filthiest crew and attack them in the mud. Who wants to contest me? When I yell and fire rounds, the entire venue will resemble a vacuum cleaner. Doctor, you should know that mayhem will erupt tonight. The Killa Bees stated that someone will be harmed tonight. Hit me and I'll retaliate. Get hold of me; I'll take you all down. If we can't party, someone will have to suffer.