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Stick `em up, Stick `em up
Raise `em up, Raise `em up
Buck `em down, `buck em down (Now that should be fun) (4X)
[Project Pat]
I`m psycho-pathic, behind the trig-ga
I needed loot so, I had to rob ya
The fake steel cause ya, a coward to me
I`d rather pop ya, before ya do me
Ya high cap-pin friend, flex-in in my hood
I`m out here star-vin, you live-in real good
As long as I got, a toll I stay paid
You keep sell-in dope, there`s cheese to be made
Pull up on the track, niggas start to bell-in
I pulled out my gat, that`s my dope y`all sell-in
So check on in boy, break yo self on down
You got 10 dollars, that`s more than I have
Could be petish thangs, bet-ter than noth-ang
Even you broke fools, gone get me some-thang
Don`t get your-self hurt, slaught-ered like a hog
I`m out on these streets, crawl-in like a dog
Stick `em up, Stick `em up
Raise `em up, Raise `em up
Buck `em down, `buck em down (Now that should be fun) (repeat 4X)
Open seas-ame, the safe in the floor
What I told the clerk, at the cor-ner store
A mask on my face, for cam-ras to see
A glock to his dome, bitch don`t play with me
Ya don`t know the code, his eyes I see fear
Cause it`s bout to get ugly up in here
The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass
Right off with his man-ager in the back
Ball-in off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck
Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now im act-in like, im holler-in at them
[Project Pat] Wussup with y`all? What y`all doin out this late
Girls: Shit! Just leaving the club. What`s the business
[Project Pat] Ey look lemme get yo number
And them rings, and that purse
All that mother-fucking shit around yo neck!!
Bitch!! Let me get this shit hoe
Drop it all!!! Shut up bitch!!! Shut up bitch
Stick `em up, Stick `em up
Raise `em up, Raise `em up
Buck `em down, `buck em down (Now that should be fun) (repeat 2X)
Robbers we hang, in hoods where they clean
Jackin any-one, from preacher to fiend
Addicted to this, just like it was crack
You sniff in the street, my tones to your back
I`m out on the lake, while you on a date
Your bitch looking good, you clean so I hate
You take-in your time, to wine and to dine
But times on my side, so I`m goin goin hide
In bushes your house, pull up we jump out
With mask-is and gun, then duct tape your mouth
The girl you was with, gave us the info
That you was a head big nig-ga with doe
A kidnap could turn into a murd-er
Now where is the stash, 45 will serve-ya
We take-in the loot, never think-in twice
Either it`s the cheese, or either your life
Stick `em up, Stick `em up
Raise `em up, Raise `em up
Buck `em down, `buck em down (Now that should be fun) (repeat 4X)
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