Ghostface Killah, Trife da God, Sun God, Solomon Childs - Man Up lyrics

Where the DJs at? Yeah
That's right, what's the deal y'all?
Theodore, nigga theodore's in the building
Staten Island stand up
That's right, Gatten Island word up
I'm like Ray Charles, nigga
Pay me my motherfuckin' bread in singles
That's what I'm try'nna tell ya, it's real
Heard me?
Big Tone Starks in the building, now, come on
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell

This is my year
Eating like a baby in a high chair
Fly gear, versace eye wear, we the pioneers
I fuck bitches sipping on dry beer
Only rock Timbs and Air Forces, yo, oc'
Give me like 5 years
Fresh out the box with it, Chicago Sox fitted
Uh, if the product is banging
First hit the block with it
Set the drug charges and my criminal formula
O-5 black suburban straight
From General Motors
Walk through give the niggas the shoulder
Just fucked this bitch on the sofa
Twisted the chocha, me'll flip on the culture
Had the bird niggas shittin' in peels
Clippin' your tail
Let the four-five kiss ya
As I'm liftin' your bail
Put a hundred wolves on you
Have them pick up the trail
While I'm in the honeycomb
Weighing bricks on the scale
Sippin' old MA, me and my proteges
'Cause even on the coldest day
Your boy stil shine, giving off solar rays
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell

What you know about stepping out heavy
Just jewels, no crew hurry
My inside pants leg
I'm packing like two machetes
One ratchet, two gloves and a mask
Jumping out of green rover
Niggas ballin' me down
That's when I reached over
Figured they ain't go no matters
Young boys round here
They don't know my status
And niggas looking for a full time jack move
But they don't know, that these blades here
Crack dudes give it to 'em quick
Something like fast food
Take a nigga gun, like 'you gonna blast who?'
Cinderella girl frontin' in them glass shoes
Homo thug bitch ass nigga, I'll smash you
You mad, cause you rockin' the shit bag
Smellin' like piss
When it popped your click ran
You fucking with powerful niggas
Devour your business
It ain't gravy, you pussy niggas
You the Avon lady, fuck you
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell

Niggas better stay in they place
'Cause when I stash the plastic
Mask on, leave a hole in your face
Who this young dude holding the weight
Got every drug from dope to bud
Even small package your face
Niggas bam, look God in the face
Can't look in my eyes
I tell you why, cause this thing on my waist
Bread and butter, got it all for sale
And I'm duckin' the cops
On every block, I ain't going to jail
I ain't the type that'll rot in the cell
Never talk or fist fight, with drama
I'll be popping these shells
Hit your chest and your flesh get
Hotter than hell
Them hollow tips make it hard to inhale
You not worthy
Vest and a white tees, and throwback jerseys
Julius Irvings, black suburban
Twisted off one-five-one, my whips swerving
Try'nna see that chips, full clips
No splurging

(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell
(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down
(Man up) Whether music or four pounds
(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well
We can get the drama popping, homey
I won't tell

That's right, yeah
Another Theodore production
Yeah, Anthony Acid on the beats, y'all
Ones and twos y'all, yeah, that's right
Big Ghost in the building
Staten Island in the mother-f'ing building
Nigga, yeah, man up, bitch