Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stick Up, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Life Force Radio, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 20.05.2002
Record label: Koch, Motor
Song language: English
Stick Up |
| Fuck playin games, I start takin names |
| Shake ya frame, time to start payin Kane |
| Don’t make me have to take it there and start sayin names |
| Give you official in the middle initial |
| Yes we do the thang, don’t care who we bang |
| Quick to bring the belt out on cats like Pootytang |
| I’m that, new we in, mighty supreme being |
| Names that you thought had heart, but seen fleeing |
| Rap sire, never tire, call me Messiah |
| I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire |
| The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire |
| The type to cross the street, in the cross fire |
| Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical |
| Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do Now we can go shot for shot, verse for verse |
| Worse gets worse, I put you in a hearse |
| (Cause it’s a stick up!) |
| Honey’s wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up |
| (Cause it’s a stick up!) |
| Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up |
| (Cause it’s a stick up!) |
| Honey’s wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up |
| (Cause it’s a stick up!) |
| Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Hands in the air, before you get slapped up Now hit 'em up, knock 'em in the bread basket |
| You get dap quick fucking with my mack shit |
| Around the corner, cats with four faces |
| They scheme and plot, I’m like one shot block |
| Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices |
| I’m breakin out tonight, I’m makin moves kid |
| Gain collateral, matter of fact it’s true |
| Your beef’ll stop when my judo chop chop |
| We can do it any you want, let’s get it on So, say ya blessings unless you know your lessons |
| If you do baby, you better yell those off |
| Feel these elbows, run those shell toes |
| Slip a not at all, don’t bust one shot at all |
| Because I go with extra strength like Tylenol |
| Once connected with Afu, and you know we attack |
| Come together like Kobe and Shaq |
| A to the F to the U, to the R to the A I pull out steel on tracks like everyday |
| Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here |
| Play your plee’s, just a crook over here |
| Look over there, cat’s is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy |
| Cover me son, yo I’m gettin busy |
| Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire |
| Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire |
| Slap fire out ya ass cuz you gettin too gas |
| I know my math and I mix it with the razzel-taz |
| Hide your bling bling, you ain’t down with God |
| And all the wolves know you left without your body guards |
| How could it not be hard, we swell dee-sel |
| Pee-pel feel hell, neck and back like e-zell |
| Niggas wanna re-bail, follow the dust to the mist |
| Come and get it, now who’s fuckin with this? |