Man Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel] 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'll, it's real Heard me? Big Tone Starks in the building, y'all, come on [Hook: Trife Diesel & (Solomon Childs)] (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 [Verse 1: Trife Diesel] This is my year, eating like a baby in a high chair Fly gear, versace eye wear, we the pioneers You broke niggas 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 givin' 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 M.A., me and my proteges 'Cause even on the coldest day Your boy still shine, giving off solar rays [Hook: Trife Diesel & (Solomon Childs)] (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 [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] 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 a green Rover, niggas ballin' me down That's when I reached over, figured they ain't go no manners 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 all gravy, you pussy niggas, you's the Avon lady, fuck you [Hook: Trife Diesel & (Solomon Childs)] (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 [Verse 3: Sun God] 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 can't 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 stack chips, full clips, no splurging [Hook: Trife Diesel & (Solomon Childs)] (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 [Outro: Ghostface Killah] That's right, yeah, another Theodore production Yeah, Anthony Acid on the beats, y'all Ones and twos y'all, that's right Big Ghost in the building, Staten Island in the mother-f'ing building Nigga, yeah, man up, bitch...