Lyrics Give It Up - Merky Ace, Rude Kid

Give It Up

Merky ACE
Know what it is
Family Tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want it all, I don’t want some
If I can’t have it, then you can’t have none
I ain’t going nowhere until the job’s done
There’s nowhere to hide, so where you gonna run?
Done said I’ve been doing this from day one
Check my first CD, play track one
You better give me all the money
Or something that’ll make me some
(Give it up) Put it in the bag
(Give it up) Or I’ll do dirt
(Give it up) Hurry up, lad
(Give it up) You don’t wanna get hurt
(Give it up) Put it in the bag
(Give it up) Or I’ll do dirt
(Give it up) Hurry up, lad
(Give it up) You don’t wanna get hurt
If you can’t hear, you’ll feel
I see through you like water still
Nobody in here wants me to blaze
Cause they all know that smoking kills
If it ain’t Rude Kid, then it is Faze
Never hear me on a beat from Jillz
If it ain’t FT, then it is Koz
Never hear me on a tune with Villz
Too many man take liquid pills
I ain’t inna that, I want grands, not bills
Catch man slipping at a traffic light
Then beep, smash man’s head off the wheel
I want that dirtee money like Dyl
If I’m in your yard, then show me the till
If not, then I’ll make ketchup spill
Turn this to a scene from Kill Bill
You know what I’m on
You know when it’s war, I keep it real
Don’t need to shout cause Katie will
Take all things like you wrote me a will
Management want me to sekkle and chill
But chill don’t pay no bills
So I’m kicking off doors, telling everybody
Get down to the floor cause I want it all
I don’t want shares
Not just Ps, what else you got there?
Fix your face, you think that I care?
I’ll show you a new meaning of fair
Mek a man cry, tell him wipe his eye
Cause nobody here is fazed by tears
Got no remorse, I’ll make it clear
I want it all, I don’t want some
If I can’t have it, then you can’t have none
I ain’t going nowhere until the job’s done
There’s nowhere to hide, so where you gonna run?
Done said I’ve been doing this from day one
Check my first CD, play track one
You better give me all the money
Or something that’ll make me some
(Give it up) Put it in the bag
(Give it up) Or I’ll do dirt
(Give it up) Hurry up, lad
(Give it up) You don’t wanna get hurt
(Give it up) Put it in the bag
(Give it up) Or I’ll do dirt
(Give it up) Hurry up, lad
(Give it up) You don’t wanna get hurt
How can you say that I’m not on it?
I’ll wrap man up and put man in the boot like chronic
If you’ve got the belly, I’ll make you vomit
Throw it all up just cause I want it
The wickedest flow, FT’s got it
If you’re putting on a show, we will stop it
We ain’t in a cinema, this ain’t a movie
But corn?
I’ll pop it
That badboy act, you better drop it
Cause you’re sweet like cornmeal porridge
You know what I’m here for
And I know that you’ve got it
So you better give it up
Celebrate with jäger, no cup
Straight from the bottle, some different stuff
I like easy shots, nobody gets touched
But I love when a victim thinks he’s rough
His nose in the handle will go cuff
Slap one in his leg if he calls my bluff
Bally on my face, true say, it’s bait
It’s not personal, it’s business, mate
When I’ve gotta move food, my jawns are buff
I ain’t gonna stop at 100 bags, rudeboy
That’s still not enough
But when I get there, I’ll have a break
Migrate to United States
Get a link to the raw, then I’m great
Chill out with big booty babes
Me, TK, Ego and Shif
MIK, — and Faze
Laughing at how we destroyed this game
Before jumping back in the plane
I want it all, I don’t want some
If I can’t have it, then you can’t have none
I ain’t going nowhere until the job’s done
There’s nowhere to hide, so where you gonna run?
Done said I’ve been doing this from day one
Check my first CD, play track one
You better give me all the money
Or something that’ll make me some
(Give it up) Put it in the bag
(Give it up) Or I’ll do dirt
(Give it up) Hurry up, lad
(Give it up) You don’t wanna get hurt
(Give it up) Put it in the bag
(Give it up) Or I’ll do dirt
(Give it up) Hurry up, lad
(Give it up) You don’t wanna get hurt