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Stick up kids is out to taxAnd this is how the story goesBrothers are amused by others brother's repsBut the thing they know best is where the gun is kept'Cause in the night, you'll feel frightAnd at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just mightWant to do a dance or two'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crewNo matter is you or your brother's a starHe could pop you in check without a getaway carAnd some might say that he's a dummyBut he's sticking you and taking all of your moneyIt's a daily operationHe might be loose in the park or lurking at the train stationMad brothers know his nameSo he thinks he got a little fameFrom the stick-up gameAnd while we're blaming societyHe's at a party with his manThey got their eye on the gold chainThat the next man's wearingIt looks big but they ain't staringJust thinking of a way and when to get the brotherThey'll be long gone before the kid recoversAnd back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neckLetras de cancionesClaimin' respect, just to get a repTen brothers in a circleHad the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "we'll hurt you"If you don't run out your dues and payGive up the rolex watch or you won't see another daySee, they were on the attackAnd one said, "yo, you want to make this to a homicide rap?Make it fast so we can be on our wayKick in the rings and everything, ok?"The kid was nervous and flinchingAnd little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchinCloser and closer, put the gun to his headShorty was down to catch a body insteadMoney was scared so he panickedTook off his link and his rings and ran franticBut shorty said, "now" pulled the trigger and steppedIt was nothing, he did it just to get a rep From Letras Mania