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Afu-Ra - Stick Up lyrics
[Big Daddy Kane] Fuck playin games, I start takin names Shake ya frame, time to start payin Kane Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin names Give you official in the middle initial Yes we do the thang, don't care who we bang Quick to bring the belt out on cats like Pootytang I'm that, new we in, mighty supreme being Names that you thought had heart, but seen fleeing [Afu-Ra] Rap sire, never tire, call me Messiah I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire The type to cross the street, in the cross fire Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do Now we can go shot for shot, verse for verse Worse gets worse, I put you in a hearse [Chorus: Afu-Ra (Big Daddy Kane)] (Cause it's a stick up!) Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up (Cause it's a stick up!) Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up (Cause it's a stick up!) Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up (Cause it's a stick up!) Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Hands in the air, before you get slapped up [Afu-Ra] Now hit 'em up, knock 'em in the bread basket You get dap quick fucking with my mack shit Around the corner, cats with four faces They scheme and plot, I'm like one shot block Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices I'm breakin out tonight, I'm makin moves kid Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true Your beef'll stop when my judo chop chop [Big Daddy Kane] We can do it any you want, let's get it on So, say ya blessings unless you know your lessons If you do baby, you better yell those off Feel these elbows, run those shell toes Slip a not at all, don't bust one shot at all Because I go with extra strength like Tylenol Once connected with Afu, and you know we attack Come together like Kobe and Shaq [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] A to the F to the U, to the R to the A I pull out steel on tracks like everyday [Big Daddy Kane] Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here Play your plee's, just a crook over here [Afu-Ra] Look over there, cat's is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy Cover me son, yo I'm gettin busy [Big Daddy Kane] Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire [Afu-Ra] Slap fire out ya ass cuz you gettin too gas I know my math and I mix it with the razzel-taz Hide your bling bling, you ain't down with God And all the wolves know you left without your body guards [Big Daddy Kane] How could it not be hard, we swell dee-sel Pee-pel feel hell, neck and back like e-zell Niggas wanna re-bail, follow the dust to the mist Come and get it, now who's fuckin with this? [Chorus 2x] |
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