The Stick Up Lyrics

It's still that bubble goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face shit too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong song
That barbaric curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing back the arts spirit
Designer versus generic the streets they engineer it
Won't say it's authentic cause you know it when you hear it
I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder every gimmick
And I specialize in ill like I'm working in a clinic
I author a authentic brand of dope
The antidote
Their messages kill like there's SARS in the envelope
This ain't that murder it's that shit to get you further
More fish less burgers spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it plan it Til it's perfect
React to my jack, you know my work kid

Hook

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it that hard for you
Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you.

Verse 2

You ninjas are struggling I snuff em like Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing another gang
The rules to this game is there are none
Eat all the comp first second from bar one
Ya'll done, your reign has ran
Velvet glove now removed see the iron hand
And the man who's behind it, never been blinded
Survive any climate, deliver the diamond
And the women will find it, my mind I shine with
Bring em back to my crib and show em the Heimlich Dirty version crews I'm murking words be working girls be twerking
And I'm certain you can drop it like a curtain
Put a hurtin on the airwaves
Listeners brains be trained to not know that they are slaves
Now the wolfs out the cave, who wanna be brave?
You can say a million prayers but you still my prey

Hook

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it that hard for you
Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you.

From cardboard to Krylon microphones I rhyme on
DJs spin it heads rock it in the Scion
Lex, Beamer, iron horse, south to north
Verbal murder like a champagne cork popping off
Who want it with the one man 300 the Spartan
Turn a house party to Madison Square Garden
Beg your pardon, trouble me not starting
But I'll finish it, have you on a milk carton
Rock my darling keep the tree sparking
Tell them cornballs they are dead men walking
It's exhausting, chump stop your barking
It's a new day at dawn and your final warning

Hook

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it that hard for you
Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you.

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