The Stick Up Lyrics by Mystikal

The Stick Up Lyrics

    [mia x] (mystikal)
    Mc.. (whoa)
    This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (huh bro?)
    You sho' you ready? (fuckin right.. nigga what?!)
    Fuck that mask we don't need no mask
    They know who we is anyway!
    What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business
    Take everything and break out
    You feelin me? (*gun cocks*)
    Well let's let them niggaz have it

    [mia x]
    This is a stick, up, mc's lay it down
    We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around
    Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin
    Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering
    Y'all fearing no limit, black owned and operated
    Uncle tom's and lil' sambo's get annihilated
    Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with t-r-u
    On the tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas
    Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen
    All action, all cappin, fuck yappin
    Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint
    And take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us
    It's the black prince and the biggest mama
    Shootin sparks from the top of the billboard charts
    Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose
    Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools

    * chorus: fiend (repeat 2x) *

    Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up
    It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck
    We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust
    Always your ass if you don't give it up

    [mystikal]
    Black prince in this bitch with the biggest mom of em all
    Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and george
    Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall
    Stop disrespectin the pistol i'm pointin at y'all
    Buck buck! get down, get on your face or get handled
    Bitch keep still 'fore i make an example
    Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample
    Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me!
    Bag the loot then, cover the camera
    Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager
    Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame
    Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name!
    {*gun fires*} listen close motherfucker
    If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer
    This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny
    If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company!

    * chorus *

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