Stick Up 2 lyrics

[Intro: Shade]

Hallelujah motherf*ckas, it's Shade and Charr
The top dog of RepWurk and the wicked clown of the ATL motherf*cka
We coming at you packing that f*cking heat, bout to spit that goddamn venom - cause that's what we f*cking do - this is a stick up!
Everybody put your goddamn motherf*cking hands up and don't even dare try to f*cking move - before we pop you in your goddamn face motherf*cker!
Hit you in the f*cking dome with that chrome ninja!
You ain't got sh*t on this!
This is f*cking family sh*t motherf*cker! I ride or die for this RepWurk sh*t!

[Verse 1: Shade]
Boom!
Bringing it back! When Shade and Charr used to get on the track
And we always killing, yeah we not wack
We killing your wife on the f*cking track
Yeah
What's up with that?
Bringing it back to the days of rap was about popping sh*t and the stick up tracks were about killing motherf*ckers with the gat
Oh
What's up with that?
Where ya gonna go? Why ya always sad?
Why ya always mad? Cause I'm f*cking angry cause I ain't got a goddamn cigarette
What's up with that?
What am I gonna do?
I'm gonna come at you with an ax so f*cking clean and true because you know I'm so f*cking real and I'm gonna come at you like a juggalo would do
Okay what's up with that dude?
How you gonna tell me that I ain't true? When I ain't real, that I'm the fake one?
When you're smiling to me then talking sh*t behind my back huh?
Spitting hella lyrics
Fighting all the demons
Yeah my arms are bleeding
But who gives a f*ck?
Because I'm coming at you with a f*cking gat bruh
Put a gat to ya back
Put a bullet in the back of your skull and watch it splat - watch the blood rise to the sky and then fall down flat - huh?
What a pretty sight
There's a pattern on the ground and I really need to fight somebody cause I'm getting p*ssed cause I ain't got a cigarette; so where's it at b*tch?
[Intermission: Shade]
Whoop whoop! Everybody motherf*cking rise!
Stand the f*ck up!
This is that OG wicked clown sh*t!
This is that RepWurk sh*t motherf*cker!
You don't know 'bout that family game
You lonely ass motherf*cker sitting at home beating your meat to midget porn - f*ck you!
And f*ck your mom!

{Verse 2: Charr]
Yeeeeeaaaahhhh!
Charr the f*cking metaphor matador
I open up all kinda doors
Three down I feel like opening more
I slide through in all kinda decor
I light up all kinda fiy-or
Oh I meant fire
Oh I meant Charr
Oh I meant heat
Oh I meant bars
f*ck man
Oops I meant prisons
Oops I meant killing
Oops I mean careers
Oops I mean oh dear
Oh man - oh fam
I killed every single one of em
I went in and murdered em
I swear I never heard of em
I swear I jump over hurdles - and
I leave the beat charred - arrested behind bars
Spitting automatic - killing demographics
Painting some mean motherf*cking graphics on blank canvas
Creating rabid habits
f*cking like wild rabbits
Bringing em together like f*cking magnets
Eating beats like some maggots
Killing all my opponents - faggots
Blowing em away like magic
I do it like Magic
Your girl on my Johnson
I don't plan on stopping - your hearts I'll be stopping
Clogging all your arteries
In chemo they put rap in my f*cking IV
So you wonder why I'm looking like I won the f*cking lottery?
Nah be proud of me
Your boy is an oddity
I last like the Odyssey - I make em so fond of me
I do it so honestly - rap is a part of me
I create art audibly - I rhyme so honorably
I kill beats so f*cking horribly
I just want your honesty - I want it so horribly
My mind can't fit inside of me
I need it to be outta me to make room for new f*cking verses to put all y'all in f*cking hearses!
I won't do reverses!
I don't need rehearsal - I just go Steve Urkle!
I don't need to practice - I just kill this rap sh*t!
Charr the f*cking God
Like O M G
I do what I please; I kill beats with ease
With Shade on my right - he kill em ignite
He spit dope lines like all the f*cking time
RepWurk is on the f*cking rise
I'm killing you muthaf*ckas - make everyday Halloween
Hop out that extra mean sippin that special lean
Check!
Get paid; f*ck up the check
Get laid; f*ck up the deck
Catch ways; you get in debt
Dog days; I feel the best
I'm way above the rest
I weigh about the best
I made my f*cking crest
Always above the test
I never sleep or rest
I always kill the rest
I bring out all the best
I smile like I'm from Crest
Your girl caress my di*k
I'm way above this b*tch
But I still give her the sh*t
This b*tch ain't worth my rent
Hah
You feel me motherf*cker?