Man Up lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel]
Where the DJs at?
Yeah
That's right, what's the deal y'all?
Theodore, n*gga
Theodore's in the building, Staten Island stand up
That's right, Gatten Island
Word up
I'm like Ray Charles, n*gga
Pay me my motherf*ckin' 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
I f*ck b*tches 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 n*ggas the shoulder
Just f*cked this b*tch on the sofa
Twisted the chocha, me'll flip on the culture
Had the bird n*ggas sh*ttin' 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 of green rover, n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga gun, like 'you gonna blast who?'
Cinderella girl frontin' in them glass shoes
Homo thug b*tch ass n*gga, I'll smash you
You mad, cause you rockin' the sh*t bag
Smellin' like p*ss, when it popped your click ran
You f*cking with powerful n*ggas, devour your business
It ain't all gravy, you pus*y n*ggas, you's the Avon lady, f*ck 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]
n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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
n*gga, yeah, man up, b*tch...