T.L.R - Start It Up lyrics

Intro (T.L.R) Yeah! We Up In This Thang Man "Urban Pa**ion Productions" Verse 1 (T.L.R) You Tryna Cover Up Your Style, Cover Up Your Level, I'm Just In the Studio Getting High I See Them b**hes Wanna Hate, Rappers Wanna Take Me Back To Their Game, Man You Wack I'm Just Saying, Put My Track On Reply I Got My Fans, I'm Feeling Really Great Real People Act As If They All Fake The Fake Ones Try To Judge You Again But I'm Sane And Insane, Don't Hide My Face, With My Black Chuck Ts And My Dirty White Lace I'm still Here Standing Great Kid Kush And Junior In The Booth, I'm T.L.R The Last Rhyme, We Taking Rappers Back To School Get On My Level , I'm Repping My Section, I'm Repping My Label, I'm Repping My Hood Your n**uhs Be Hating, I'm Here Demonstrating, Deep Penetrating Hip Hop, What A Do? Spit Real For My n**hus That Be Moving Bricks , I'm On Exclusive sh** Couple More Shots Il Be All Foolishness, k** More Wanna Be's They Like Who Did This? You Call That Rapping I Call That A Hiss If Music's A Ho Then Rap Is My b**h Chorus (T.L.R) Do It I Make My Money, Uh I Make My Money, Uh Do It I Make My Money, Uh I Make My Money, Uh We Bout To Start It Up Pour A Shot On My Cup I'm On One ,Nah I'm On Two So n**uhs What's Up! Verse 2 (Junior) Do it. I make a ma money. Ah. I make a ma money. (X2) Feeling ma boots,Ima do good Money flowing, make a million sum day. (Million sum day) Gotta da do it, I follow ma crew, (I follow ma crew) I be flowing on this beat, Yeah, no1 can stomp on me. n***ahs sippin on tea while I'm on henessy Sipping on jack, Homies on a 6pack, Like watsss aaaap Rolling on dis beat lika cyclone, Only way u can get in touch with me, through ma Phone Poetic justice. Nah I just twist. Leaving your mind mentally ill Spittin on dis beat lika tech-9. Spittinn on dis beat with a new flow Spittin make a n***ah wanna hear more Worldwide u know it, Worldwide I'm going Do it like I'm crazy, Nw I just 4got 2 take ma pills, So I go 10 times crazy, 5 times hard, T.L.R, Kid-Kush and junior, Start it up, Got no key. Bt I jst start ma engine, Hear me raw like an animal, Natural disaster flowing like waves hitting a boat Tsunami Doing damage with this flow, b**h's running 2 me, I'm like yo! Ho no Chorus (T.L.R) Verse 3 (Kid Kush) My dicks like planet earth, everybody's on it They all want the sh**, I'ma become Sewer Rich I'm back again Smoking on that kush I'm So Sprung.. I'm So high I'm living while I'm young I love my weed more then anything, I can't let go Rolling the paper planes, always staying high, I hope u ain't afraid of heights Ya ain't on my level Smokin on that Og & I'm on another level I got a b**h who does That Pimp Talk She like how I do it , & stay on It I keep it real that's reality, put a Rubber On and k** her Batt-3 I'm going old school, Flew Thru high School , getting high everyDay k**ing this feeling inside Been avoiding it all my Life But I found my Cure, its in my backYard ,um so Hooked making me want more Every night take a puff from the blunt, watch your worries fade away Things will seem to be all right You forget everything when you high b**hes wanting to be giving it a try, but I can't deny the fact that I'm always High Don't ask why, I just have soo much on my mind I can't take the pressure, I can't take the stress They all be cursed, my weed stay blessed Its like I'm on top of the world Take a hit from the bong, by the time u see me ill be long gone Money weed & hoes.. That's the way it goes Iv gone cold, Like the f# winter I smoke all day , & when I'm hurting and in pain, i look up to this girl, her name is Mary Jane Chorus (T.L.R)