[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, what's up? We gon' do that shit
Aiyyo-yo, and we [?]
You know what I'm sayin'? Is you ready, nigga?
To get on up, to get on up
To get on, to get on, to get on, to get on
To get on up, to get on up
To get on, to get on, to get on, to get on
To get on up, to get on up
To get on, to get on, to get on, to get on
To get on up, to get on up
Kick 'em all
[Chorus]
Let all the live niggas in
Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out, and out, and out
[Verse 1: Sonsee]
Aiyyo, the words can get intricate vocabs in my temple
But I'ma do this swift and simple, instrumentals is what I'm into
(For the money!) It's essential, and I've got to have it
A verb addict fanatical author with the verbals, we hurt (Ha)
Whoever try to defy these guys, they fry!
In a skillet, so all that shit you say, "Come on!" (Kid, kill it!)
You yapping, not selling that crap and irking me needing a back slapping
You wouldn't know crunch time, if you was the Captain
(Guess what?) It's here, and yeah, we the core (The center!)
It's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda (Yeah)
And for y'all, hopeful niggas, tryin' to be contenders
(It's a storm!) And we come down like goose coats in the winter
Aiyyo, what's up? We gon' do that shit
Aiyyo-yo, and we [?]
You know what I'm sayin'? Is you ready, nigga?
To get on up, to get on up
To get on, to get on, to get on, to get on
To get on up, to get on up
To get on, to get on, to get on, to get on
To get on up, to get on up
To get on, to get on, to get on, to get on
To get on up, to get on up
Kick 'em all
[Chorus]
Let all the live niggas in
Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out, and out, and out
[Verse 1: Sonsee]
Aiyyo, the words can get intricate vocabs in my temple
But I'ma do this swift and simple, instrumentals is what I'm into
(For the money!) It's essential, and I've got to have it
A verb addict fanatical author with the verbals, we hurt (Ha)
Whoever try to defy these guys, they fry!
In a skillet, so all that shit you say, "Come on!" (Kid, kill it!)
You yapping, not selling that crap and irking me needing a back slapping
You wouldn't know crunch time, if you was the Captain
(Guess what?) It's here, and yeah, we the core (The center!)
It's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda (Yeah)
And for y'all, hopeful niggas, tryin' to be contenders
(It's a storm!) And we come down like goose coats in the winter
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