Is y'all ready to go up in here?
  Aiight, 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
  
  [Chorus]
  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
  Lemme see your guns, what throw em 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
  
  [Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
  
  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! my life is like an action flick
  My solo album coming out february da 6th
  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
  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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Black Trash
  Yo kick that old real shit
  That green shit
  
  [Verse 2: Xzibit]
  
  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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Word Up!
  Yeah we takin all ya money
  takin all ya bitches
  
  [Verse 3: Method Man & Redman]
  
  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
  
  [Chorus]
  Black Trash