Stick 'Em Up (ft. Eskupe)

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh

Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka

Ah shit, y'all done let the dogs out

Its time to get some blood up on my paws now

Got a list of rappers that I plan to take under

But tell the truth

They'll probably fall off by the end of the summer

I got a lot shit planned for these niggas

We're killing em' slowly, watching em' suffer

I feel bad for these niggas

And I'm never far from ready, I ain't signed to Interscope

But I keep these rappers in my scope, my aim is always steady

Fuck rap, fuck a deal, since I came, I've been real

Stick em' up then shut your mouth

Don't tell me how the fuck you feel

I don't give a fuck about the blogs or the magazines

I got a magazine of lyrical shots that'll smash your team

What would you do if I gave you my dick

You'd probably run and tell your friends after you give it a lick

I'm with this shit, so what is love, love

Is it you and I taking a five speed down the five

Doing ninety-five yelling "Do or die"

Who am I, the one you shouldn't fuck with cause its suicide

All these niggas lies, they just old tricks with a new disguise

I made this shit possible for niggas like us

And nowadays they rush you and bust

So who the fuck can you trust

Yo, breaking the bank and we bringing it back

And I'm running my city like we on a track

And these niggas be talking, but never attacking

I'm taking the title, I'm spitting the facts

You niggas is whack and I'm letting you know

I got goons in the back and they ready to go

Give me the loot, give me the dough

Pass me the mic and I'm ready to roll

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh

Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka

Fuck this rap shit cause I don't know where the passion is

Now I'm dumping heavy shit like rolling on some laxatives

Y'all the definition of what average is

You done stepped into the ring with some ma-fucking savages

I spit flames and manipulate the beat

I'm Rick James, I got mud up on my feet

I'm quick to stop these rappers, get your body fractured

I ain't like molly rappers, I don't like all these rappers

So I'm back with a vengeance, swinging off with the hinges

I take one for the team, now I'm back in the trenches

Strapped with a backpack, bring a rap back to the essence

Spitting penitentiary bars that come with a death sentence

See all irrelevant, that was past tense

I got Mayan blood with the heart of an Aztec

No label necessary, every verse is legendary

Now give me the loot, everything else is secondary

I'm second to none, spit like I'm a son of a pun

Cock back, wait a minute, I'm a son of a gun

Ain't no heaven in my future, I'm just being honest

Now just put your fucking hands up

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up now

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, what

Stick em' up, Stick em' up, Stick em' up, uh

Stick em' up, yours truly motherfucka