Snypaz - Sit Up Get Lit Up lyrics

Intro (talking) Sit up get lit up Sit up get lit up Sit up [Verse 1] Sit up get lit up like a candle, here comes the vandal Straight from the Chi, kickin my scandal The dirt I handle, no need to lie If its on well den its on, I ain't no punk I'm feelin stoned get in the zone and pop da trunk What bout yo homies them n***as phoney So f** em all, and they don't kno me they try to hold me Dont make me fall if I do well den its on n***as up dat gat put it on yo dome, dem bullets roam yo sh** is gone I'ma trigga happy n***a wit a bullet The price to loose dat a** hope you can pullit Wit my n***a L-I-L C wit tha crew da S-N-Y-P-A-da Z I thought you knew, cause up in Chi beat boys die This ain't New York I'm sick of n***as sellin out Like its a Sports Day Grill das what they say But still flipp-in like flap jacks Thas why I'm down fo the set trip [Chorus] Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up See its a westside scandel so n***a scrap up Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla And Filla wit dat sh** that you can hand [Verse 2] These n***as claimin they got juice where da deuce be I'ma k**a when I got that trigga Introduce my self get the boots my self Lil Chilla (Snypa n***a) I'ma take his cash and scans ho a** before I start blastin 'em Trippin while I'm gaffin 'em, get up you know whas happenin Get my props from poppin at cops and urkin fools that bigga I got my scraps from doin jack, and respect from checkin n***as Sed he caught yo b**h up s**in dick Wanna chill wit the n***a she f**in wit But see umm, plenty a buck dat vic, and buck dat b**h fo the f** of it Checkit I'ma up that Nina and aim it at this n***a head Squeeze that itchy trigga finga sting em (leave dat n***a fo dead) Den I'm outie get up wit my homie love n***as (love black) Playin Mortal Kombat smokin on a dub sac Livin at the crib but the spot is steady boomin Teck blast too many b**hes off they feets (Oh thas why they be boomin?) Call me rough or call me tough or call me the Chi-Town cap peela Call me up never call my bluff call me Lil Chilla da k**a n***a [Chorus] Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up See its a westside scandel so n***a scrap up Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla And Filla wit dat sh** that you can handle [Verse 3] Straight from the Chi, no need to lie Cuz in a heartbeat yo life get snatched away Just like a thief caught at a robbery Homies on the corner pourin blu out to they soul You need a long start just to get one drop of it bro Shoulda been thinkin 'bout the consequences if that n***a scrowl Cuz they didn't break the mold when they sold you the gown Now you gotta pay the price from jeans to some ice Boom boom to ya chest no bets thas yo life n***a But n***as I kno don't trip or love fo another foe dat duck don't fly Bodies bouncin like a ball to the concrete Where they meet they motherf**in maker War ain't nothin but a word if ya wanna go I'll take ya Should I make ya mo comfortable while you in hell Gank the chain off whats left of yo neck cause it might melt you don't need it Pickin the papers out yo pocket while you bleed Ain't no misleadin, no picture obituaries is what they readin [Chorus] Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up See its a westside scandel so n***a scrap up Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla And Filla wit dat sh** that you can handle n***a [Verse 4] My life is straight f**ed up, my mind is stuck on psychotic sh** Maybe thas that feelin when I'm trippin off dem chronic splits And Kickin it wit snypaz they kno when it time to wreck dat sh** Just got the bubbles on so now we on some high tech sh** I gotta lick up trigga finga caught the hiccups bicka But can get that sh** up quicka lay down its a stick up n***a I told my homie to start the car up as I load the (Who you runnin wit n***a?) clip I'm runnin wit a mob of k**a n***as thas straight known to trip They call em Snypaz, roughest n***as that you eva herd of Why come back fo da cops cause its bout to be a murdah Up that thang want straight stuck up I'm straight pop they a** Bust blast bang boom buck bick up fo them cops that pa** I'ma bust his bubble watch him crumble like a cracka Everyday I'm strapped up, livin like a jacka Still a n***a from da hood still a 'caine slanga Still a sweet vic k**a and Chilla still a gang banga If I up that thang to ya face would you say Cold panic from this trigga you was talkin all loud Runnin off at the mouth now where you want franic n***a I got ya tremblin' goofy give that sh** up silly b**h You besta duck cause if you sit up you gets lit up n***a [Chorus] Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up See its a westside scandel so n***a scrap up Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla And Filla wit dat sh** that you can handle (handle n***a) (talking) Sit up and get lit up From the Monroe block One time wit tha Glock 2 F-I-double L-A my n** C-H-I-double L-A