for ya take dis ting for joke? *2 Oh! Dat's right Verse Two: Richie Rich Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit.. Certain niggaz wanna stick
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black
Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race But if ya got a black face, its a rat race I struggle
and me I'm on a mission to set straight the vice, the curse, the gate, the date, relate to this I insist B, it's weak to dis see I'm runna up so sucker stick
She did go She got my jokes Sit why we win Go by the sin Get high, get quick Get bopping on a stick Hollywood Shake by go Get barking in sin Get high
brand new cig and that old thirty eight I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga
" And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade
niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this 'dro and this nestle got me right So my lungs be as black
like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas Ensevilitus, leavin
dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny I'm about to stick Bobby
Come in here with gorillas dog all on ya L-B- T-C- 6 and we the raw soldiers Black shirts, black jeans, black kicks and all Rovers No seeds, no sticks
] [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! G-Unit man! 50Cent man! What? Uh-huh! Yeah! Yo! {Whooooo! Whoooooo! } [Verse:] When the street lights go on - the wolves come out Stick
adrenaline spendin and killin shit Chorus [Fredro Starr] Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin
new SIG and that old thirty eight I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga
one more stick shift Pack your bags then burn the flag More or less the same black Pack your bags then burn the flag more or less the same black You
Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag When opened up it resembles a weapons show Wrap sheet in black
You drove home with an icepack to write that? His teeth are loose now, his neck needs a noose How dare you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice I black