The Stick Up

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? Well let's let them niggas have it 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 racketeering 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 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 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 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! 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! 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