The Stick Up Lyrics - Singles - Headkrack

It's still that bubble goose winter time grind rhyme 

Ski mask over the face shit too abrasive for prime time 

It's Bons Bons after Wontons 

Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong song 

That barbaric curse on the Von Erichs 

Seance in the park bringing back the arts spirit 

Designer versus generic the streets they engineer it 

Won't say it's authentic cause you know it when you hear it 

I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder every gimmick 

And I specialize in ill like I'm working in a clinic 

I author a authentic brand of dope 

The antidote 

Their messages kill like there's SARS in the envelope 

This ain't that murder it's that shit to get you further 

More fish less burgers spit it with a purpose 

Make the verse worth it plan it Til it's perfect 

React to my jack, you know my work kid 

hook 

Hip Hop is my property, 

I'm here to take it back this is a robbery 

I'm not trying to make it that hard for you 

Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you 

Move it forward, bring it back 

Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked 

I ain't trying to make it that hard for you 

But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you. 

Verse 2 

You ninjas are struggling I snuff em like Clubber Lang 

Ajax Warrior, crushing another gang 

The rules to this game is there are none 

Eat all the comp first second from bar one 

Ya'll done, your reign has ran 

Velvet glove now removed see the iron hand 

And the man who's behind it, never been blinded 

Survive any climate, deliver the diamond 

And the women will find it, my mind I shine with 

Bring em back to my crib and show em the Heimlich 

Dirty version crews I'm murking words be working girls be twerking 

And I'm certain you can drop it like a curtain 

Put a hurtin on the airwaves 

Listeners brains be trained to not know that they are slaves 

Now the wolfs out the cave, who wanna be brave? 

You can say a million prayers but you still my prey 

hook 

Hip Hop is my property, 

I'm here to take it back this is a robbery 

I'm not trying to make it that hard for you 

Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you 

Move it forward, bring it back 

Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked 

I ain't trying to make it that hard for you 

But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you. 

From cardboard to Krylon microphones I rhyme on 

DJs spin it heads rock it in the Scion 

Lex, Beamer, iron horse, south to north 

Verbal murder like a champagne cork popping off 

Who want it with the one man 300 the Spartan 

Turn a house party to Madison Square Garden 

Beg your pardon, trouble me not starting 

But I'll finish it, have you on a milk carton 

Rock my darling keep the tree sparking 

Tell them cornballs they are dead men walking 

It's exhausting, chump stop your barking 

It's a new day at dawn and your final warning 

hook 

Hip Hop is my property, 

I'm here to take it back this is a robbery 

I'm not trying to make it that hard for you 

Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you 

Move it forward, bring it back 

Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked 

I ain't trying to make it that hard for you 

But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you.