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Shot Up

Sticky Fingaz

Decade "...But Wait It Gets Worse"

2003

Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Giva fuck

[Sticky Fingaz]
This is AK-47, banana clip rap
Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped

bring the ball in
They start to flock attention I'm the realest nigga talkin'
It's that Ishan boy from round the way
Ain't busy by this time of day
I hail

Patrolled
And controlled by a state that's de facto cause we're de jure off the Petron
These wack boys possess no bars that we hold
And they have no record

aint fair
I fucked up before
Get it Im aware
Now all my weed exotic
Blue huncho my pocket
Plug got it in no socket
And he tote the ratchet like a rocket

And he tote the ratchet like a rocket 
Big boy status my partner 
Sip drink sell narcotic 
All my niggas they bout it 
All my niggas they bout it

admire
Long as I'm bowing to the Lord, know that He gon' take me higher
And I ain't quitting til this album going platinum
And I'm sitting with Ellen

sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Nigga's ain't fuckin' witcha man
Yadidimean? ya understand?
Guns-N-Rozay shit nigga
On the muthafuckin' set boy
Album

Just look at George Floyd
 look at Emmett
They slaughter kids 
Father to my lil boy he got the right to live 
The Judging by the skin
They wildin out

never do it for statistics but there's no discussion
A thousand streams under a month my boy you gotta love it
Gotta love it
I feel like I'm Jardani

a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under

And whatever is his noise drop a tape for you niggas called 
Views from the morgue in fact ill even drop your album call it 
Six feet under you aint no star boy

in love with gangsta rap
And the boy grew up shady even though he far from that
Didn’t take too long for the pillys acting silly smoking weed
Dreams

Unleashing the beast, he needed to feast
This time the boy gonna eat, I'm way past being discrete 
So here's my verses, cue the curtains
This time I'm leaving

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

Drag to the dash On, Double R, HE
You already know how we do
Nah mean, you got beef
Try me when you see me
You feel me? It's my new shit
Holla at ya boy

learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album

Know
I Got Three Albums Left
Chef-Boy-Ardi In The Kitchen Wit The Chickens
Gettin To The Money Thats
Why Banks Been Missin jimmy Wont Listen
Gotta Get

Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that

a glizzy at value pawn
I wrote you a album he wrote you a poem
Niggas can't compare to what I am on
Super gremlin and it's written in stone
Stop hitting my

then before your boy e turned a rapper
Remember back then we was selling it not taking drugs
Back then it was mountain gear way before the uggs
Back then

lying to me like I
Was one to toy with
Tell me that's my friend
I do not know who that boy is
I was just tryna flirt with the other side
Hanging off

to spray these shots back; My drizzy drake type flow will make you drop back, when I   spit fire, I desire that you caught that (he got them views!)

I ain't

for work

And what if on the way there
He has to drop his kid at daycare
And his little tiny baby boy is the universe

Well I wouldn't know if I'm wrong

a mattress
I'm out here carving a casket
And Tory did it for Cassidy
This pen is my mighty weapon
There's never a day I'm lacking
By knowing that people die ,