[Mia X] (Mystikal)
MC.. (Whoa)
This is your motherf*ckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?)
You sho' you ready? (F*ckin right.. nigga what?!)
F*ck that mask we don't need no mask
they know who we is anyway!
What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business
Take everything and break out
You feelin me? (*gun cocks*)
Well let's let them niggaz have it
[Mia X]
This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down
We got the clout in this bitch so don't be f*ckin around
Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin
Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering
Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated
Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated
Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U
On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas
Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen
All action, all cappin, f*ck yappin
Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint
and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us
It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama
Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts
Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose
Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools
* Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X) *
Give it up, give it up, or get f*cked up
It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck
We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust
Always your ass if you don't give it up
[Mystikal]
Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all
Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George
Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall
Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all
Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled
Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example
Cut up that f*ckin remake, and give me that sample
Give me the f*ckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me!
Bag the loot then, cover the camera
Snatch a f*ckin hostage then run out with the manager
F*ck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame
Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name!
{*GUN FIRES*} Listen close motherf*cker
If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer
This ain't no f*cking game, and ain't none of this funny
If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company!
* Chorus *
Mystikal - The Stick Up(Ft.Mia X and Fiend) Lyrics
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[Mia X] (Mystikal)
MC.. (Whoa)
This is your motherf*ckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?)
You sho' you ready? (F*ckin right.. nigga what?!)
F*ck that mask we don't need no mask
they know who we is anyway!
What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business
Take everything and break out
You feelin me? (*gun cocks*)
Well let's let them niggaz have it
[Mia X]
This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down
We got the clout in this bitch so don't be f*ckin around
Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin
Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering
Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated
Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated
Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U
On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas
Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen
All action, all cappin, f*ck yappin
Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint
and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us
It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama
Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts
Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose
Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools
* Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X) *
Give it up, give it up, or get f*cked up
It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck
We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust
Always your ass if you don't give it up
[Mystikal]
Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all
Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George
Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall
Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all
Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled
Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example
Cut up that f*ckin remake, and give me that sample
Give me the f*ckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me!
Bag the loot then, cover the camera
Snatch a f*ckin hostage then run out with the manager
F*ck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame
Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name!
{*GUN FIRES*} Listen close motherf*cker
If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer
This ain't no f*cking game, and ain't none of this funny
If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company!
* Chorus *
MC.. (Whoa)
This is your motherf*ckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?)
You sho' you ready? (F*ckin right.. nigga what?!)
F*ck that mask we don't need no mask
they know who we is anyway!
What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business
Take everything and break out
You feelin me? (*gun cocks*)
Well let's let them niggaz have it
[Mia X]
This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down
We got the clout in this bitch so don't be f*ckin around
Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin
Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering
Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated
Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated
Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U
On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas
Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen
All action, all cappin, f*ck yappin
Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint
and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us
It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama
Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts
Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose
Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools
* Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X) *
Give it up, give it up, or get f*cked up
It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck
We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust
Always your ass if you don't give it up
[Mystikal]
Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all
Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George
Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall
Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all
Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled
Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example
Cut up that f*ckin remake, and give me that sample
Give me the f*ckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me!
Bag the loot then, cover the camera
Snatch a f*ckin hostage then run out with the manager
F*ck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame
Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name!
{*GUN FIRES*} Listen close motherf*cker
If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer
This ain't no f*cking game, and ain't none of this funny
If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company!
* Chorus *
Writer: THOMAS M. GORDY, TERRANCE HARRISON, GERALDINE L. JONES, MICHAEL TORRENCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC