Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: U-God f INF-BlackНазвание : Stick UpДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Put your hands up, it`s a stick up, you heard? Uh-huh, all my live niggaz, friday.. Put your hands up, it`s a stick up, you heard? [INF-Black] I`m the hood like weed and crack Best believe I`m the hood and I ain`t far from my gat Was taught to hold it down, and never slack on my mack Same niggaz you give pounds, be those niggaz that rat The bullshit, you got a deal, momma told me react I`m from a part of town, that`s real, where you can`t relax Shots throwin`, always somethin`, get your head piece cracked The block jumpin`, stay pumpin`, these buildings is where it`s at These buildings is where I stack, brought out the INF-Black Rather get caught in the act, then caught dead in your back, so chill (chill) If peace was an option, and still plottin` Nobody`s untouchable, keep your p`s when it`s coppin` Please, when I`m cockin`, or freeze and get boxed in So many m.c.`s on they knees, now they plead when they coppin` My live state rockin`, fresh, and still grindin` Time after time and my homies, I`m still ridin` [Chorus 2X: INF-Black] Ya`ll haters coudln`t ride with me Couldn`t get down like me, get high like me Competition`s like a robbery, it`s easy to see Yo, put your hands up, it`s a stick up, you heard? [Hook: INF-Black] Go bang, when I`m jumpin` the gun Have ya`ll bitch ass niggaz run It go bang, that`s the sound of the thang That`s the sound of the thang.. [INF-Black] I ain`t talkin` like I can`t slip, or get clipped But I`m on point like my outfit matchin` my kicks I`m cockin` this fifth, faggot niggaz all on my dick With a heart full of fire, I ain`t givin` an inch Take my kindness for weakness, ain`t life a bitch Staten Isle`s best secret`ll run up in your shit Like I ain`t never been pinched, took a blow over some dough I slap a hole in the `fro for sniffin` my blow, it`s real Park Hill`s where I`m from, where killas load guns And take funds, huggin` the trigger Shot pumps in your Hilfiger, or the block for this cheddar Hold cracks in sweaters, next to floored counterfeiters Yeah, I loved a lot of niggaz, but lot of niggaz I stop lovin` It`s me or them, so fuck `em (fuck `em) ... [Chorus 2X] [INF-Black] I`m livin` proof, nigga, listen More jewels than Q when he killed Bishop, play the roll or be the victim Time`s tickin`, my hand`s itchin`, I`m hot in the kitchen Any condition, I`m street, son, I`m plottin` the mission Choppin` the raw, I`ll break it off, through my addition It`s gonna be friction, I keep the half-sawed, it`s real Push my limit, catch an ass whippin`, son, I aint` missin` Two tool for the club and a nine for the waistline Get it all, it`s fine, just like your bitch, can`t wait to taste mine Break spines for yards and I break the bassline Hold it down with my squad, move hard as county lines, run that I`m your car, wouldn`t call it a crime My rubber gripped chrome nine, keep ya`ll hoes in line Treat you like old pussy, cuz I`ll fuck you when I want Gut you out like a turkey and I`ll stuff you a blunt, chump Have you in emergency, for tryin` hum a stunt [Chorus 2X] [Bridge: INF-Black] Nigga run that... Give up your chain and your watch, or the glock`ll go click clack I ain`t playin`, what I`m sayin`, throw these hollows in your six pack Don`t have me pop, don`t move, nigga, I ain`t try`nna hear that Niggaz know I won`t hesitate to put your fuckin` shit back [Interlude: INF-Black] Yeah, INF-Black, Hillside Scramblers, it [Hook] [Outro: INF-Black] Muthafuckas, toast to that, nigga Put your hands up, it`s a stick up, you heard? | Похожие исполнители: |
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