Pick It Up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker

What the fuck you gon' do?

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check

The double-S vest nigga, wreck the discotheque

Sit back relax, while my Squad kick tacks

Then tap your man back and be like, "Did you see that?"

Yes, coming from the North, South, East, West

Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess

We bless, mics, three times a day

Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels

Strictly laughing at MC's, lyrics for years that run more

Than ten deep, niggaz be like, "Ahh, he changed his style up"

Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah

It's nine-six so get with it, peep that back-in-the-day shit

When that other Squad was Hit-tin

Listen, must we forget, I originated

All that wild shit, that rah raow shit

That jump up and ready to fuck shit up, now shit

Brick City, is where we get down kid

Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince

Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit

PPP got the glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

Say how yeah? Got some fly shit on deck

Say how yeah? Got some fly shit on deck

PPP got the glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

Say how yeah? [Incomprehensible]

Say how yeah? [Incomprehensible]