Start It Up (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks Lloyd Banks

Yeah

So what you gon' do? (TNG ain't nothin')

When they see TNG doin' it (Gettin' low) (Strapped up in this ma-fucka!)

You understand me?

Ha (You know what it is)

Better get low, nigga!

I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin' that Yo Gotti

He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti

Sittin' down with the plug, 'bout to order up some tacos

Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos

And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this ma-fucka

Bitches on your dog like fleas in this ma-fucka

So many chains might freeze in this ma-fucka

Walked past a bitch like breeze in this ma-fucka

Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this ma-fucka

Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this ma-fucka

Shell cases, night vision, ain't nothing stupider

Clips filled up, outta space (space), Jupiter

Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki

Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki

While I'm on that new thug passion, that Belvedere and Saki

Chopping bricks with some chop sticks (chop sticks), I told you I got this

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Wait a minute

I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably

Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me

Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-colored fleet

Y'all sour me, my summer's sweet, kiss my mother feet

Hate just makes chop 'em as they creek, life forever sweet

Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets, uh

Magnificant flow or magnifique, Rookie have a seat

Them lil nigga just my parakeets, smacking masterpiece

My life is good, my bitches bad

I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag

I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass

Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half

Southside's my heart, too hard to forget the past

Lost too many niggas to the dirt, keep the liquor stashed

My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs

Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Wait a minute

Ninja (ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki), Ducati (Ducati), my old Harley (my old Harley)

Rock the party, (rock the party)

Move your body, (move your body)

Wassup, (wassup)

Everybody, (everybody)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah

Ladies and gentlemen!

My mind state, raise the crime rate

Break a whole brick down for old times sake

Push an avalanche, the alpine shake

The coupes, vanilla beam

Deceased as pound cake

In my condo bitches with tatties on

Walls full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long

My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on

Blow it all, you can't take it when you dead and gone

You can't hide it, I smell the fear

I can't either, you smell a millionaire

All crack money, now rap money

Poor platinum niggas, fuckin' rap dummies

I rap mummies, that's kilograms

My brother's keeper like Nino's man

That's G money, ghetto D money

1996, Master P money, gone

(Ah, hahaha)