"Stick Up Music" lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes & Uncle Murda)
[Busta Rhymes:]
It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel
Yeah!
Yo! I offer niggas the encouragement
While I give you the nourishment I put niggas on punishment
Y'all niggas is trash but I offer the streets the supplements
Taking over the block now I'm trying to control the government
(Say what!) Got these niggas pissing they mattresses
The God is back nigga get the delivering my packages!
Now I'm back from L.A. all access
It's that nigga back from the Oscars after fuckin some actress-es
While I give you the seasoning and there recipes
Over the music they sound like Sticker from in the seventies
While sipping 'nac that make niggas hiccup and spit for centuries
Of course the ratchet they click up and my enemies
The way I flood the streets you know the flavor good
I'm a stash some of the coke and cause a drought up in the neighborhood
I'm only in the streets to feed a nigga
Regardless what you think the game will always need a nigga
(Yeah! Might as well mortalize me into a statue nigga!)
[Raekwon:]
Yeah, let's go love...
I wear a mean dark pair of shades
Jangling bats back in the days, I wore braids
Running with solicitors, grizzlies, monkey business prisoners
Living uptown with scales inside wall ridges
Y'know we network our ass off
Slabs of salt, dynamite sticks from bricks, fiends gas off
Blowing selling dope, running to the vault pass off
Play with my paper, write your little ass off
Styling 'cause I know how to dress
Learned it from Jamaicans who stressed the building lights and gallons of cess
We play rock star hard, every big bangle we mangle (uh-huh)
Mad dog with the Uzi named King Tango
Fishing for riches, mission is to dig bitches (yep)
Hide from the NARCs, Clarks on blue cases
You know we love you like cook food, matter fact
Cook cocaine, never draining the good mood
[Uncle Murda:]
(Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill nigga
Damn! (What's going on? Y'all tryna make a song without me?!)
I ain't get enough fuckin wreck, man!
(I'm on this, GOBBS, what's going on?)
I get that fatty, I got that hammer
I die for that bread man, that's word to my grandma (grandma!)
I kill for it too, that's word to my lil' man (Oh!)
I risk my freedom for him, send me to prison man
I gotta get it man (I do!). Look, by any means necessary
Pop a nigga while I'm robbing him if it's necessary (bang!)
Yeah - gimme the loot, gimme the loot
He was like, "Aight Murda, don't shoot, don't shoot (don't move!)
No head shots, please don't shoot me in my head
It ain't that serious, I ain't tryna die for that bread (What?!)
I don't want no beef, man take my burner
I'm a put the word out, no more hating on Murda (They hating)
You get weed on my block, all of them man
I did it for 26, you can charge me 40 a grand (Aight, I got it!)
I know what beef is and I don't want it, son
I'm serious, I don't care if I sound corny son" (you do doe!)
(Damn! My Philly cap gone!)
It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel
Yeah!
Yo! I offer niggas the encouragement
While I give you the nourishment I put niggas on punishment
Y'all niggas is trash but I offer the streets the supplements
Taking over the block now I'm trying to control the government
(Say what!) Got these niggas pissing they mattresses
The God is back nigga get the delivering my packages!
Now I'm back from L.A. all access
It's that nigga back from the Oscars after fuckin some actress-es
While I give you the seasoning and there recipes
Over the music they sound like Sticker from in the seventies
While sipping 'nac that make niggas hiccup and spit for centuries
Of course the ratchet they click up and my enemies
The way I flood the streets you know the flavor good
I'm a stash some of the coke and cause a drought up in the neighborhood
I'm only in the streets to feed a nigga
Regardless what you think the game will always need a nigga
(Yeah! Might as well mortalize me into a statue nigga!)
[Raekwon:]
Yeah, let's go love...
I wear a mean dark pair of shades
Jangling bats back in the days, I wore braids
Running with solicitors, grizzlies, monkey business prisoners
Living uptown with scales inside wall ridges
Y'know we network our ass off
Slabs of salt, dynamite sticks from bricks, fiends gas off
Blowing selling dope, running to the vault pass off
Play with my paper, write your little ass off
Styling 'cause I know how to dress
Learned it from Jamaicans who stressed the building lights and gallons of cess
We play rock star hard, every big bangle we mangle (uh-huh)
Mad dog with the Uzi named King Tango
Fishing for riches, mission is to dig bitches (yep)
Hide from the NARCs, Clarks on blue cases
You know we love you like cook food, matter fact
Cook cocaine, never draining the good mood
[Uncle Murda:]
(Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill nigga
Damn! (What's going on? Y'all tryna make a song without me?!)
I ain't get enough fuckin wreck, man!
(I'm on this, GOBBS, what's going on?)
I get that fatty, I got that hammer
I die for that bread man, that's word to my grandma (grandma!)
I kill for it too, that's word to my lil' man (Oh!)
I risk my freedom for him, send me to prison man
I gotta get it man (I do!). Look, by any means necessary
Pop a nigga while I'm robbing him if it's necessary (bang!)
Yeah - gimme the loot, gimme the loot
He was like, "Aight Murda, don't shoot, don't shoot (don't move!)
No head shots, please don't shoot me in my head
It ain't that serious, I ain't tryna die for that bread (What?!)
I don't want no beef, man take my burner
I'm a put the word out, no more hating on Murda (They hating)
You get weed on my block, all of them man
I did it for 26, you can charge me 40 a grand (Aight, I got it!)
I know what beef is and I don't want it, son
I'm serious, I don't care if I sound corny son" (you do doe!)
(Damn! My Philly cap gone!)
