The Notorious B.I.G. - Stickup
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{Intro: 3rd Eye}
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
Uh
I get paid, you get slayed
We in this mothafucka for real
I get paid, you get slayed
Y'all know what time it is
I get paid, you get slayed
Everybody hit the motherfucking floor
{Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Ol' Dirty Bastard, Capital LS}
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, big up
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
{Verse 1: 3rd Eye}
I got gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin' snake
I rock techniques, y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them
Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know?
Them niggas from the ghetto near me don't be bullshitting
1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped
'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body
Biggie got the burner, Tru Kula got the shotty
Niggas wanna step into my cycle
And I roll on the trifling, flow like
Living, backstabbing, crabbing
You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that
Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at
Let me get that, man, I'm with that
Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that
The night tripper, script flipper
Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
Look mom, I'm blowing up
Your little son is doing stickups
{Verse 2: Capital LS}
Yo, yo, fuck that, I'm here to bust up out a crack track
In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
Think I'm a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax?
Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks
And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thump's done
Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky
Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky
Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs
Gunshots around the mad blocks
(We funky niggas)
So don't try to check the dick
Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution
Chris the capital L to the freak the L
So open the hatch and let the juice spill
{Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Ol' Dirty Bastard, Capital LS}
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, big up
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
{Verse 3: Big Scoob}
Hey, hand me the murder beat, it's '93
Nigga listen, you don't even know me
I flip that shit like them rich-list niggas up in California
See me, prolly counting and upping that
Fuck that, I ain't having that
I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black
Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your pecho
My nigga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah)
Needless to know, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped
It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
I'm the gat toter (Say what?), body bloater (Say what?)
Hudson River (I heard), nigga shipper
{Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard}
Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost
But I got stacked, I will attack any wack hoes
"Introducing-" yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, because your rhymes are poor
That's why I give you more than raw
Talent that I got will retop the spot
MC, I'm burn, I'm burnin' hot
Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
'Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
That's why I kick 'em out quick
The mic's done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick
If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot because you're—knock, knock, knock, who's there?
Another motherfucking heart rock
You slacking on your passes 'cause flow is what you lack
Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back
{Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Ol' Dirty Bastard, Capital LS}
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, big up
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
{Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.}
Let me begin, the .357's to your abdomen
Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission
I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels
You know the rules, nigga
Throw ya face down in the river
Cement shoes, I do bruise
Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
Two all-beef patties, special sauce, who's the boss?
I got the gun and make you "Jump", Kriss Kross
And when I squeeze, nigga please
{Intro: 3rd Eye}
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
Uh
I get paid, you get slayed
We in this mothafucka for real
I get paid, you get slayed
Y'all know what time it is
I get paid, you get slayed
Everybody hit the motherfucking floor
{Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Ol' Dirty Bastard, Capital LS}
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, big up
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
{Verse 1: 3rd Eye}
I got gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin' snake
I rock techniques, y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all bring all 2 of them
Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know?
Them niggas from the ghetto near me don't be bullshitting
1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped
'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body
Biggie got the burner, Tru Kula got the shotty
Niggas wanna step into my cycle
And I roll on the trifling, flow like
Living, backstabbing, crabbing
You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that
Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at
Let me get that, man, I'm with that
Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that
The night tripper, script flipper
Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
Look mom, I'm blowing up
Your little son is doing stickups
{Verse 2: Capital LS}
Yo, yo, fuck that, I'm here to bust up out a crack track
In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
Think I'm a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax?
Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks
And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thump's done
Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky
Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky
Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs
Gunshots around the mad blocks
(We funky niggas)
So don't try to check the dick
Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution
Chris the capital L to the freak the L
So open the hatch and let the juice spill
{Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Ol' Dirty Bastard, Capital LS}
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, big up
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
{Verse 3: Big Scoob}
Hey, hand me the murder beat, it's '93
Nigga listen, you don't even know me
I flip that shit like them rich-list niggas up in California
See me, prolly counting and upping that
Fuck that, I ain't having that
I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black
Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your pecho
My nigga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah)
Needless to know, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped
It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
I'm the gat toter (Say what?), body bloater (Say what?)
Hudson River (I heard), nigga shipper
{Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard}
Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost
But I got stacked, I will attack any wack hoes
"Introducing-" yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, because your rhymes are poor
That's why I give you more than raw
Talent that I got will retop the spot
MC, I'm burn, I'm burnin' hot
Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
'Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
That's why I kick 'em out quick
The mic's done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick
If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot because you're—knock, knock, knock, who's there?
Another motherfucking heart rock
You slacking on your passes 'cause flow is what you lack
Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back
{Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Ol' Dirty Bastard, Capital LS}
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, big up
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
{Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.}
Let me begin, the .357's to your abdomen
Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission
I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels
You know the rules, nigga
Throw ya face down in the river
Cement shoes, I do bruise
Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
Two all-beef patties, special sauce, who's the boss?
I got the gun and make you "Jump", Kriss Kross
And when I squeeze, nigga please