Start It Up (Extended)

[Intro: Kanye West]

What you gon do? It’s G.O.O.D. Music and G-Unit

Ugh, Banks, Loso

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

Ladies and gentlemen

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 1: Lloyd Banks]

Big blue, hot and sandy shoe

Cotton candy coupe

Hard knock, orphan Annie loop

Off the stoop

Play with me, see what the swammy do

My canary shoe

High beams pointed right at you, peek-a-boo

Benji paper made me hater-proof

All your family dues

Menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose

Kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble goose

Thousand kicks couple hundred boots getting fucking loot

My top down, I’m flashing on em

I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em

The ratchets on ‘em, pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin'

Your raps are boring dead men, I dip the casket for em

I’m back performing, I bag em

Break their back, don’t call em

Look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning

Cash is pourin’

Stunt stormin, got these bitches soaked

Camera phones capture everything that pictures don't

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

Ladies and gentlemen

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

Ladies and gentlemen

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: Kanye West]

We keep these G’s in an alloy safe

And stash the weed in an Altoids case

They say good things come to those who wait

So I’mma be at least about a hour late

I’m so fresh bitch I should be arrested

New Cody Chesnutt with my nuts on your chest bitch

She said “hey ‘Ye,” I said “Yes, bitch”

"Damn I’m only asking you a question"

I met this MILF at the All-Star getting action

A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson

Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs

And her booty is why God invented my balls

I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up

Start it up, huh, start it up

So popular you should get a shot of us

Niggas don’t take shots at us that is only obvious

The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it

Ain't nobody fucking with me, I Platonic’d it

Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' honor it

These ain't even real clothes, homie I’m pajama rich

Banks told me homie go switch the style up

These bitches on me homie only to arouse us

Told her I ain't paying tonight I’m only browsing

She pulled her blouse up, said “It’s free,” I said, "wowzers"

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

Ladies and gentlemen

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

Ladies and gentlemen

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 Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley

Rock the party

Move your body

Wassup, wassup

Everybody

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Wait a minute

Let's get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate

Money generated, if we ain't in the house, renovate

Tryna eat, we ain't finna wait, where’s the dinner plates?

BMW, 10 to 8, Interstate 95

Passenger, baddest bitch in the states

Half Spanish, half Trinidad, complexion Henny straight

Y’all ain't got your business straight, track star, finna state

Time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late

It’s time to make a movie let the haters watch

Diamonds spinning round the bezel that's tornado watch

My independent chick, I like my ladies Koch

She got an appetite for dick, I guess her plate's my crotch

Y'all soft as tater tot, little niggas try me not

Under the wings, fried rice at the Chinese spot

I hear ‘em talking it but ain't really living it

Opinions are like assholes so who gives a shit

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

Ladies and gentlemen

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

Ladies and gentlemen

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 4: 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)