Stickup (1st Take) lyrics

[Intro: 3rd Eye]
We in this motherf*cker for real
Know what I'm saying?
Check it, check it

[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga

[Verse 1: 3rd Eye]
I pack gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break, make a snake stab a snake
I rock techniques, y'all freak the funky fly sh*t, 3rd Eye sh*t
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 motherf*cker from the projects I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable sh*t, you know?
Them n*ggas from the ghetto, no, they don't be bullsh*tting
1993, we coming harder
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[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
[Verse 2: TROO-KULA]
Ayo, here yee, have you heard of me, '93
Take a look-sie, you don't even know me
Well, I flip that sh*t like them racist n*ggas up in California
See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that
f*ck that, having that
Yo, 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 b*tch, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your priest yo
My n*gga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho (Yeah)
Leave us alone, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin' n*ggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped
It's that n*gga wanted throwing that n*gga on his back
I'm the gat

[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yes, love, I love your f*ckin' attitude
When a n*gga play pus*y, that's the n*gga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' b*tches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a f*ck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh
I'm slammin' n*ggas like Shaquille, sh*t is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Mom duke ain't givin' me sh*t
So for the bread and butter, I leave n*ggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of f*ckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherf*ckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, n*gga