Tonalité : D minor•
Intro 1
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Stick 'em
Verse 1
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Stick 'em up
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Raise 'em up,
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Em
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Raise 'em up
Em
Verse 2
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Em
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Buck 'em down,
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'buck em down
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(Now that should be fun) (4X)
Verse 3
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[Project Pat] I'm psycho-
pathic, behind
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the trig- ga
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I needed loot so, I had to rob ya
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The fake steel cause ya, a coward to me
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I'd rather pop ya, before ya do me
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Ya high cap- pin friend,
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flex- in in my hood
I'm out here star- vin,
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you live- in real good
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As long as I got, a toll I stay paid
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You keep sell- in dope,
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there's cheese to be made
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Pull up on the track, niggas start to bell- in
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I pulled out my gat,
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that's my dope y'all sell- in
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So check on in boy, break yo self on down
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You got 10 dollars,
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that's more than I have
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Could be petish thangs,
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bet- ter than north- ang
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Even you broke fools,
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gone get me some- thang
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Don't get your- self hurt,
slaught- ered like a hog
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I'm out on these streets,
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crawl- in like a dog
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Stick
Verse 4
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Em
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'em up,
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Stick 'em up
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Raise 'em up,
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Em
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Dm
Raise 'em up
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Verse 5
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Em
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Dm
Em
Buck 'em down,
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'buck em down
Em
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(Now that should be fun) (repeat 4X)
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Open seas-
Verse 6
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ame, the safe in the floor
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What I told the clerk,
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at the cor- ner store
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A mask on my face, for cam- ras to see
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A glock to his dome,
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bitch don't play with me
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Ya don't know the code,
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his eyes I see fear
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Cause it's bout to get ugly up in here
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The boy blew my high,
the gun blew his ass
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Right off with his man- ager in the back
Ball- in off the lot,
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no cheese mad as fuck
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Half- way down the street,
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some hoes from the club
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Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
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Now I'm act- in like,
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I'm holler- in at them
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[Project Pat] Wussup with y'all? What
y'all doin out this late
Girls: Shit! Just leaving the club.
What's the business
[Project Pat] Ey look
F
lemme get yo number
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And them rings, and that purse
All that mother- fucking shit
around yo neck!!
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Bitch!! Let me get this shit hoe
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Em
Drop it all!!! Shut up bitch!!!
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Shut up bitch
Dm
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em
Verse 7
up
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Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
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Buck 'em
Verse 8
down, 'buck em down (Now that
Em
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should be fun) (repeat 2X)
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Robbers we hang,
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in hoods where they clean
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Jackin any- one, from preacher to fiend
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Addicted to this,
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just like it was crack
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You sniff in the street,
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my tones to your back
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I'm out on the lake,
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while you on a date
Your bitch looking good,
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you clean so I hate
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You take- in your time, to wine and to dine
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But times on my side, so I'm goin goin hide
In bushes your house,
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pull up we jump out
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With mask- is and gun,
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then duct tape your mouth
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The girl you was with, gave us the info
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That you was a head big
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nig- ga with doe
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A kidnap could turn into a murd- er
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Now where is the stash,
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45 will serve- ya
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We take- in the loot,
never think- in twice
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Either it's the cheese,
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or either your life
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Stick 'em
Verse 9
up, Stick 'em up
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Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
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Buck 'em
Verse 10
Em
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Dm
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down, 'buck
Dm
em down
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(Now that should be fun) (repeat 4X)
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