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Stickup Lyrics - Artist : Jim Jones
(Okay, Kino, I see you)
You know I'm on point like OP (You know) Have Locane come dust one of you niggas off (Grrt, rrr) Only Harlem nigga you know playin' Brooklyn like a playground (Fact, huh? Fact though) Sty', what's up? Chuck your body, what's up? Nine-five, AP, what's up? (Nina Fever) 'Zoe life, right? (Rrr) Don't get zoe'd out here (On hood) Nigga, we grippin', we ain't slippin', nigga, you slidin', where you hidin', fucker? (Gangsta) Pussy Know I'm on point, know I never [?] (Nah) Put in pain for these stripes, turn to Freddy Krueger with the mask up (Gangsta) Hah, say you act bad, know we act badder (You know) None of these niggas factor, watch how I hit 'em, turn 'em into Casper I'm on a roll, run in the backup, I know nothin' else really matter Know I'm a pro all with this Glock, call me Jeffy Hardy with the ladder (Ha-ha) That's your bitch? Know a nigga had her (Sheesh) Nigga tried to talk slick, hop out the cut, Brodie gon' blast 'em I really live what a nigga rappin', niggas only live life through a capture I'm in the field where it's active, I don't need a pill just to get active Doin' hits over, don't got the strap (Bah, bah), runnin' 'em over (You know) Always bossed up, never been a doger, pussy Fucker, ain't never been a doger, nigga You niggas caught the wrong phone call I'll have you niggas boomed off of [?] like this is '99 Keep playin' with me, Cappo in the buildin', nigga I got homies in Brooklyn (Facts), we be shinin' and bookin' 'em He got a plate and we cookin' 'em, have two bodies when we took 'em in He's a savage, his body count is valid, he in court right now For another one like Khaled (Free 'em) He be lettin' them shots like, have 'em go wet up your block off IG and that new thing, catch yo' ass at that stop light [?] like, Avion, Agua, Balenci Aga, havin' that shit on drippin' [?] Uh, this old head with the bold leg, called a pow-wow, with some cold-red Got young boys that don't leg Yo' main bitch just wanna fuck, she not the one, she the runner-up She the side bitch, she the slide bitch, the ride bitch, you know the gun is tucked I be wiggin' out, get in room with the siggies out Free Melly 'till they get 'em out, 'sides that, you know the grippers out Wiggin' out, get in room with the siggies out Free Melly 'till they get 'em out, 'sides that, you know the grippers out Parade on a dead opp block Celebratin' their loss, I did it with pleasure Took it to heights, no matter the measure Stackin' my chips, became an investor Know the gripper niggas do it better Now we doin' hits out the Tesla You went broke tryna impress her I just hit her once, then I left her I'ma rich Crip, politics we ain't into that [?], like a vampire Pussy boy, knock your weight back Slim, check, fat ass Know my niggas had to clip that Spliff this, spliff that Put that nigga in a new pack Rrr, he pre-soul, but relive that nigga from his stress Fucked him up over [?] I stood ten toes, on the block, with some killer niggas [?] Then we reload Twenty-forth from the free throw Headshot, watch him bleed slow 6-O, know how we roll (Hood) You ain't earned one striped, you come outside, then you book the Crip It's different how my niggas live, first thing in the mornin', I'm loadin' the clip No, I ain't offerin' shit, you wanted me gone, I'll book you a trip I'm playin' chess off rip, I'm [?], boy, don't slip Look, [?], boy, don't slip (What?) [?], boy, don't slip (Pussy) [?], boy, don't slip (You know) |
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