Lyrics:
‘em up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
(stick 'em up) i call my niggas to giddy up
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
My niggas press
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
What! yo This is Da Kurlzz bitch!
We aint just a gang motha fucka, but a way of life!
Yo check it! this is my boy! THA PRODUCA
All you fags
a selection
We just been servin' the rocks And stackin' up blocks like this was some Tetris
He wanna slide on my block, he finna get popped
He finna regret this
I️m bluffing you don’t know me
Rock my tats don’t need no roley
Don’t need to pay these bitches show me
She low maintenance I️m her stylist
Mirror
don’t give a fuck what the fans be saying
I just bought two of these red beams
I just mix 'n' match
I don't know what to pick send a pic
Tell my dog "I
She said boy stop playing leave the club and make your way to me
That's when I put it in sport and drive
She said she wanna make plays for me
Baby
Flashy with that bezel
AP, right one
Mansion comes with a pool
And with a hot tub
Keep producing, so seducing
How my life rocks
And I'm doing love and
I
the mix
Just two fellas with guitars trying to get their kicks
Punk rock for the skateboard kids, folk songs for the wise
Girlie pop for all the girls
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr.
a 718, no service
On my way to the east side
Board on the street lights
Sick on the inside live fast, die young
That's a notion to live by
Been on my own
take the chance cause you don't want to miss
Jazzy Joyce on the mix, rock my funky beat, bust this
(It's in my shape
About to work me to death)
that fronting
You're wasting my time
Uh, yo
I like the fact you're buggie
To wrapping you're doobie
The way you walk with big bags of Gucci
On my Bryson Tiller shit
This Just Another Interlude
Know that I stay out the mix
But I'm tryna get into you
Know that I'm legit
He thinks the way I
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
hypocritic if I'm shooting up my block over 150$ size rocks
I'm a stop fucking with niggaz like Jenny from the block
Cause all you want to do is come in
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me
So, baby, kill
to good song
Para dey body shay you dey hear me sooo
Have been on the club for the whole night
And have been making friends at the sametime
My baby you too
the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock, bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can
Light it up
Lookin up
Stars in the ceiling of the loft
Im already high but light up some more
Ain't no way my feet gon touch the floor
Street is watching
this
I was praying to go get rich
But I needed my soul, was stuck in the mix
Stuck wit a Stick
Stuck wit my wits
Seen some people I couldn't fix
Had some
director because I just shoot for the stars
Get it, shoot for the stars
And I ain't distracted by groupies and cars
Get in the booth, doing my part
Spitting
Woah
Lilah Flip Da Beat
John Gotti
Yea I beat the case
Hermes my cologne mix het met die Haze
Wissel al me papers hol' up what's the rate
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me
So, baby, kill
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