Start It Up (Remix)

[Intro: Jeezy] 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! [Verse 1: Jeezy] 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 [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] 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 [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] 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 [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] 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 [Bridge: Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie] 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! [Verse 3: Pusha T] 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)