Stickup lyrics

[Produced by 3rd Eye]

[Intro: 3rd Eye, Face]
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
Uh
I get paid, you get slayed
We in this mothaf*cka for real
I get paid, you get slayed
Y'all know what time it is
I get paid, you get slayed
Everybody hit the motherf*cking floor

[Chorus: All, Face with 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed

[Verse 1: 3rd Eye]
I got gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break n*ggas, snakes stabbin' snake
I rock techniques (Ah!), y'all freak the funky fly sh*t, 3rd Eye sh*t
When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them
Sick motherf*cker from the projects I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable sh*t, you know?
Them n*ggas from the ghetto, no, we don't be bullsh*tting
1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped
'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body
Biggie got the burner, TROO-KULA got the shotty
n*ggas wanna step into my cycle
And I roll on the trifling, flow like
Living, backstabbing, crabbing
You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that
Pass the motherf*cking gat, troop, here it at
Let me get that, man, I'm with that
Wait, where my spliff at? You b*tch, now let me hit that
The night tripper, script flipper
Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
Look mom, I'm blowing up
Your little son is doing stickups
[Verse 2: Capital LS]
Yo, yo, f*ck that, I'm here to bust up out a crack track
In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
Think I'm a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax?
Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks
And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thump's done
Grab, grab your di*k and gets freaky
Buckshot the boots if the b*tch look sneaky
Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs
Gunshots around the mad blocks
(We funky n*ggas)
So don't try to check the di*k
f*ck around and maybe lose your resolution
Chris the capital L to the freak the L
So open the hatch and let the juice spill

[Chorus: All, Face]
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed

[Verse 3: TROO-KULA]
Here yee, have you heard of me, '93
Take a look-sie, you don't even know me
Well, I flip that sh*t like them racist n*ggas up in California
See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that
f*ck that, having that
I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black
Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
Man, I need a b*tch, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your priest yo
My n*gga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah)
Leave us alone, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin' n*ggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
Where's the funeral, burial? I'm coming strapped
It's that n*gga wanted throwing that n*gga on his back
I'm the gat toter (Say what?), body bloater (Say what?)
Hudson River (I heard), n*gga shipper
[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Now n*ggas wanna get too close to the upmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
"Introducing-" yo, f*ck that n*gga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'm burn, I'm burning hot
Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
'Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
n*ggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog sh*t
That's why I take 'em out quick
The mic's done had it, you can suck my motherf*cking di*k
If you wanna step to the motherf*cking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot because you're—knock, knock, knock, who's there?
Another motherf*cking heart rock
Slacking on your macking cause raw's what you lack
Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back

[Chorus: All, Face]
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
[Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Let me begin, the .357's to your abdomen
Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission
I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels
You know the rules, n*gga
Throw ya face down in the river
Cement shoes, I do bruise
Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
Two all-beef patties, special sauce, who's the boss?
I got the gun and make you "Jump" like Kriss Kross
And when I squeeze, n*gga please