[Intro: Fredro Starr]
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 nig's in
If they ain't live, kick 'em 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 who
Ever try to defy these guys, they fry!
In a skillet, so all that s— you say, "Come on!" (Kid, kill it!)
You yapping, not selling that crap and irking me needing a back slapping (Yeah)
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 n—, tryin' to be contenders
(It's a storm!) And we come down like goose coats in the winter
[Chorus]
Let all the live nig's in
If they ain't live, kick 'em out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out, and out, and out (Yeahhh)
[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
Ain't no slackin' in my action, I put my back in beatin' tracks in
Afficial Nast' skull smashin', jaw tappin'! (Yo, what happened?)
Nothin', just n— just bustin' caps when I was rappin'
'Cause n— be packin' pretty pearl handle pistols just for fashion
But a fraction be actin, frontin', fakin' jacks as soft as satin
But there better be no procrastin' with the M— when you be b—
'Cause when you're maxin' and relaxin', that's when they start attacks (So)
Get the g—, forget the facts of life, there's no compassion
Keep your h—, 'cause nowadays these streets are cold as the Alaskan
Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten steady stackin'
[Chorus]
Let all the live nig's in (Yeah)
If they ain't live, kick 'em out (C'mon, c'mon)
We came to rock and shock the house (C'mon, c'mon, what)
Turn it out, and out, and out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
Give me the shotty, let me liven up the party
I like to start trouble, 'cause I'm a little rowdy
And we just three emcees that like to fight (That's it!)
Even when we start it up, we always end it right
(So for all of y'all!) Fronting is bad for your health
'Cause in the nine-fever Armee's going for self
See, we're cruel for a cause, and it's these conditions
That make, what I create, generate mass hate
So listen close to what I say
Heads get blowed away daily, every day
Even my man got killed (Damn!), now his family's mourning
But from all the dirt he did, I know that Hell is calling
Went to his wake and it got held up
By crooks with masks on they face, I couldn't escape, I was stuck
They said, "Everybody in here! Up against the wall!
That dead body owe us money, so we're collecting from y'all!"
The people gave no struggle, five minutes went fast
When I said, "I ain't giving y'all nothing! I'ma just have to get blasted!"
Representing with my life, a full fledged thief
And I'm the truth, that's why we always have beef
[Chorus]
Let all the live nig's in (Kick 'em out!)
If they ain't live, kick 'em out (Kick 'em out!)
We came to rock and shock the house (Yeah, yeah, c'mon, turn it out)
Turn it out, and out, and out (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
And we do it like this, and we do it like that
Rules and regulations, so watch ya back and pack a g—
Never fall asleep, keep ya h— in the streets
'Cause goin' out is what it's all about—
About— about— about— about—
