Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stik 'n' Muve, artist - Onyx.
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stik 'n' Muve |
Oh shit. |
yo, y’knahmsayin? |
That shit just shot duke in the face |
(That nigga right there!) |
Nigga gotta be dead. |
Fuck that then, let’s rob that nigga man |
Take that nigga watch and get the fuck out of here |
(Fuck him!) |
Aiyyo, young brothers out there |
shouldn’t be stickin up people y’know? |
Give me the money, give me the money |
Here comes Sonee the greaser |
Sees the hostages; |
my conscience keeps tellin me I should just |
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, everywhere I go |
There’s no coppers, to stop us, the pros, our motto |
is stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve |
8 o’clock in the mornin, time to wake up |
Another brother gettin paid, and away, it’s a stick up |
No time to even, take a bath |
Strictly cash, tax free quick fast |
Grab my Polo, jumped in the Timberland boots |
I got Audi, time to get rowdy |
Shiftee, low down gritty and grimy |
I guess I gotta find my crimey |
Sticky Fingaz, yo that’s Sticky Fingaz |
Jetted to the ave. |
in a half of a second |
He wasn’t at the spot, so the stop I was checkin |
Met him on the way, tucked away was the weapon |
Stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve |
Single handed me and Mickey barely took a trip to Linden |
Picked up some cheeba and some brew and yo what else? |
Screamin «NOTHING!» |
Now we on the East train back and said «SOMETHING!» |
Oops, since I stooped, the 40-deuce get loose |
Seen three other troopers and they tried to call a truce |
One had a link, the other a goose |
You know what we took, and you know what we left |
But the third one played a punk he dissed his posse and stepped |
With Sticky on the loose, there was nothin he could do |
So I pulled out the old tape ducted twenty-two |
But that was only petty skills, the Philly Freddie |
Stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve |
Yeah, yeah; |
hand over the money |
Don’t get like «Doc, what’s up Doc?» |
This is Mugs Bunny and ain’t nuttin funny; |
ha, it’s a stick up |
Sticky got sticky and tricky with the wallet |
But this ain’t «El Segundo» |
It’s just the four, bad, brothers from the ghetto |
Stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve |
We had an option after 12 in the city |
Man we gonna roll with some like Nitti |
But first we got trips, because the man got geese |
Yo mister I just got robbed; |
have you seen the police? |
Nah, none over here — good, so run all your gear |
Rolex watch, rings, the Gucci underwear |
You might think I’m sorta out of order |
but I’ll rob you for a quarter — say whitey’s youse a goner |
Youse a goner wanna, call the pork, pig |
Ya dig, police, peace! |
Stick 'n' muve. |
stick 'n' muve. |
stick 'n' muve. |
stick 'n' muve |
Aiyyo, young brothers out here |
shouldn’t be stickin up people y’know? |
(That's a no no) |
This is a story about Sticky Fingaz and show |
And there was a |
Stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve |
Stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve |
Stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve stick 'n' muve stick 'n' moooove |
Stick 'n' muve |
Yeah yeah, hand over the money |
(Yeah yeah — gimme the money, gimme the money) |
Yeah yeah, hand over the money |
(Yeah yeah — gimme the money, gimme the money) |
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low |
Gimme the money, gimme the money |
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low |
Gimme the money, gimme the money |
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low |
Gimme the money, gimme the money |
Yeah yeah, hand over the money |