CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Stickup (1st Take)

We in this motherf**ker for real
Know what I'm saying?
Check it, check it

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a

I pack gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break, make a snake stab a snake
I rock techniques, y'all freak the funky fly sh*t, 3rd Eye sh*t
When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them
Sick motherf**ker from the projects I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable sh*t, you know?
Them n***as from the ghetto, no, they don't be bullsh*tting
1993, we coming harder

Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a

Ayo, here yee, have you heard of me, '93
Take a look-sie, you don't even know me
Well, I flip that sh*t like them racist n***as up in California
See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that
f**k that, having that
Yo, I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black
Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
Man, I need a b*t*h, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your priest yo
My n***a West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah)
Leave us alone, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin' n***as mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped
It's that n***a wanted throwing that n***a on his back
I'm the gat

Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n***a

Yes, love, I love your f**kin' attitude
When a n***a play pu**y, that's the n***a that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' b*t*hes, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a f**k if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh
I'm slammin' n***as like Shaquille, sh*t is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Mom duke ain't givin' me sh*t
So for the bread and butter, I leave n***as in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f**kin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherf**kers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n***a
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n***a