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Stick 'em up, just stick 'em up Sucker nigga, give it up .38 to your dome Drop it off, give me some Step to a real nigga Pistol grips all we know I'm doggin' you bitches and you niggas Yo, yo, yo, yo I need a hundred a show when I'm back on the road We gon' run it and grind it, it's really no biggie The blickie and Rickie, this fit me I'm really the bitty I bust up a bag and I multiply fifty I wanted a Jag' but I rather the Bentley Yeah, I know 'bout the tax, I'ma tax for the kidney I'm coming right back, I'll be back in a jiffy Kick in the dirt and I'm out of the mud Land this suburban, I'm swerving the fuck Back on the back and I'm stacking it up My pack in the back, got a strap in the tuck (strap in the tuck) Propane, go fangs, lo mein, cocaine, dope fiends Gold chains, soul trains, road rage, oh, wait, woah, wait Fresh up out the grave Bet that's I that you see Bludgeon out your brain, it's your eyes that deceive you I don't see no evil Letras de cancionesI know evil from my ears that I hear from my parents upstairs Say the prayers to the man upstairs, yeah (yeah) It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this everyday (yeah) It's a gangsta party, I got roofied then I lay (yeah) It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this everyday (yeah) It's a gangsta party, she a cutie with the braids (yeah) Flaric era Give her chara Baby Jesus, Holy major in the cup of chara I hooked the cable, it was illegal When we young, we had a couple channels (hey) Rusty pliers just to turn the channels Antennas and a couple scanners (hey) Bandanas with the hammers (ooh-ooh, yeah) G-4 boys and a couple scammers Bam pop a drop a cannon like a spanner A toolbox with a couple hammers Hold hammers like I hold bananas Cozy boy like I'm hoe and nana Hold your phone up when I'm going ham They on my hand, or they holding planners Wrap your body in a clothing hanger, like a old banana, yeah Fresh up out the grave Bet that's I that you see Bludgeon out your brain, it's your eyes that deceive you I don't see no evil, I know evil from my ears that I hear from my parents upstairs Say the prayers to the man upstairs, yeah Magic City I touchdown So many ones, gotta order some raks (what?) Copping the Ps from the plug, after we do business we do a handshake, uh Rolly in the sky like I"m Mase Paris, I'm balling, I'm eating on crepes (ballin') I had to go straight to the bank So much money I ran out of space (ran out of space) Versace my baller, my fork Jewish lawyer when I'm going to court (what?) Vacation, sipping that lean on resort (uh) She want a baby (uh) Dealership, I copped the Audi off the floor (vroom) Halo, now that boy trip with the Lord (boom) Lambo', I had to lift up my door Lambo', I had to lift up my door It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this everyday (yeah) It's a gangsta party, I got roofied then I lay (yeah) It's a gangsta party, we gon' do this everyday (yeah) It's a gangsta party, she a cutie with the braids (yeah) Stick 'em up, just stick 'em up Suck a nigga, give it up (yeah) .38 to your dome Drop it off, give me some (yeah) Step to a real nigga Pistol grips all we know (yeah) I'm doggin' you bitches And you niggas (yeah) From Letras Mania