Shun Charon - Lit Up A Stick Lyrics

Just a little taste of what a mothaf*cka Want up out a rapper
That Space Runtz
Burn with the gelato hemp wrapper
Put the bait up on the hook
Caught a nigga like a snapper
These flows resurrect
Get prepared for the rapture
IPhone and Androids capture
This disaster
Left behind clear your mind
Cause now you in the End Times
It's so crazy
It's like there's no such thing as crime
So protect yours I protect mine
Respect mine
Or
That nigga said it
Don't forget it
They hit you with the stick
Extended clip
Day or night
Drive by
Or they parking the whip
Lit or dark as a bitch
As long as as you don't survive
Instead of niggas saying that he's dead
He's unalive
Too late when help arrives
Can't believe what transpired
When them shots were fired
My homie that I grew up with
Nephew got hit
Didn't survive the stick
Now his moms visits the grave
Family in a rage
Won't stop till revenge is made
Every young black murder case the cops negate
Gives a f*ck if the cell or the box is your fate
CCTV see shit but it's not clear
And niggaz don't snitch
F*ck ya card, get up outta here
Witness is the suspect
Suspect the only witness
Another cold case
You won't find out who did it
Here they come with them sticks
Better run when they hit
Them niggaz lit as a wick
And not giving a shit
Respect lost
Stray bullet hit
That's just another loss
The opps didn't get hit though
So who paid the cost
Your brain getting drilled out like the music is
And no cap
It really began when I was a kid
Survived the war but I was wounded
Still a frontline soldier
When it comes to protecting this culture

Lighting them sticks
They lighting up them sticks
They lighting them sticks

Sticks get sprayed like bricks get laid
F*cking up the foundation
Niggaz can't work together
Nah
We grow up
That crime show
Police roll up
Get locked
Get out
Now we swole up
Ready to go up
Against any
One or many
Seen plenty rise than fall like a lose penny
Out your pocket
Someone popped it
Quicker than the one that's laying in his own blood dripping it
Them sticks again
Got a body
Semi-automatic or shotty
Nigga was so young his nose was still snotty
No pops home probably
Moms can't do shit
Alone the kid's outta control
A misfit
Gun residue on his wrist
His uncle asked what's this
He said nothing I was playing with sticks
He told him chill with that shit
Before you get hurt
If I see it, I'm a throw it out in the dirt
Unk don't know the slang
These sticks, they bang
Put holes in ya head and expose ya brain
Easy to get
Opposition easy to hit
Cops never find out shit
Just tighten your lips
They hype in that bitch
In grandma apartment drilling
From out the jungle
They brought sticks into the building
Aimed outside the window
After the crescendo
Other side dumping on me
Quick go grab the stick

They lighting them sticks
Out here ya'll
They lighting up them sticks
What
They lighting up them sticks