Stick Up - Afu-Ra

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

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

(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 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

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

A to the F to the U, to the R to the A I pull out steel on tracks like everyday

Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here

Play your plee’s, just a crook over here

Look over there, cat’s is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy

Cover me son, yo I’m gettin busy

Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire

Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire

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

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?