Hook:] It's a stick up, it's a stick up Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up [Verse 2:] Repeat, it's a stick up, out for greens, to get my Grinch
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can
sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and nigga life (brrat) (Bun B) Nigga this is G shit Straight up out the wars
cap-gun shots, nigga This a glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g
' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up I'm like a New Edition, y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike
seen nothin' yet House is food and you need it If I feed it, you should eat it Say, "House your body, house your body" Say, "House your body, house your body" You know, Mike G
me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up. Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck. Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks
Coolio, what's up with all these fools? Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka To fuck up and stuff like that, loc, what's up? Yeah
s block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up
That's right, 'cause I'm a gamer Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her Step back, get your sticks and your bats Now you step up because my
: Posdnuous check it out, check it out Gutfest '89 G-f-G-f-G-f-G-f crazy guts It's just Gutfest '89 G-f-G-f-G-f-G-f crazy guts I got this plan, see,
Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up
All lights are on This is for the G in me, let's go Would ya party on with me? Lights out I'll give you everythin' you need and more On the mike, I
ain't stop And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out You know the Clover G's first, them Squad-Up next So all my enemies, you better guard
Caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he's rollin' in a Gee, the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded
remorse, better start jettin No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees I fires up the stick
that's a fact Screamin up in them swamps though, pocket fulla twamps though To stomp hoe, totin my pis-tal Up and down them side streets up in my vehi
nigga Still sounds like You wanna do something bitch ass nigga Yeah Hold up This is for my bloods And this is for my crypts Throw your sets up One nation
