The Stick Up

Motherfucker better have it
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
Better have my money, quit the bullshit
Check his motherfuckin' pockets man
Turn his shit inside out
Punch him in his fucking dick
The tangible goods, that's all I'm interested in
Bronsolini and I'm better than the best of them
With the power invested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski
The watch spin perpetually
time for conversation
Bronson keep ounce of weed only three brews
Long jackets, curly hair like I'm Hebrew
Fabric with the green naked been the root of evil
Gotta get it on the late night, sun rise
Ain't never trynna see the look of sorrow in my son's eyes
With the refill of the ganja when the blunt dies
New Yorker Mangold see me playing on the front lines
Two sixty five eight,
the beard gumbo
Three pointers in the park for a clean hundo
Cream caddies,
hookers in the back of it
Spectacular shit
the resume immaculate
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
vicious chowder
Asian bitches sniffin' powder
Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour
992 is scripted on the balance
but all we really love is valence
Laid in the palace like a sultan
Polo on my back cover the carhartt king
And that's for certain, I'm like a curtain
Pussies get the drapes
Motherfucker know you in the planet of the apes shit
Dusty bottles from a cellar in a foreign land
Dr.Lecter
digging in your sister's rectum
Sweetbreads and capers
, Martusciello to evade the danger
But I really wanna taste the paper
Golden bars from the treasury, spit cleverly
I'll leave it neverly,
lappin' in the Beverly
Deadly metally
matching on the pedally
You know my complexion but
I'm heavy on the celery