Letras
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
We gon' stick 'em up
Mafia, mafia like Three 6 Mafia
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
We gon' stick 'em up
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Like Pac I hit 'em up
Marilyn, Mary Jane, bitch I need everything
Running in, we carry things and we gon' make 'em bang
If you make another fucking move them bullets hit your brain
Paranoid cause you might get me first, this ain't no fucking game
I'm the type they said was tryna loot after the hurricane
I'm the type to jack 'em on the stage for all their icy chains
Sipping purple rain and chain smoking geek like Urkel sayin'
All I need is coke and Hannah toaster like I'm Kurt Cobain
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
We gon' stick 'em up
Mafia, mafia like Three 6 Mafia
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
We gon' stick 'em up
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Like Pac I hit 'em up
Miley Cyrus, Miley Cyrus, I got Miley Cyrus
California kush it got me coughing like I got a virus
Just met a nigga with the juice on Hollywood and Highland
Got some bitches high who from the islands in the Hyatt
I don't know nothing about no cases, all my people's quiet
I don't know nothing about no snitches, all my people's violent
You could get knocked off and pray
To church, I bet the preacher silent
Ain't nobody singing 'round my people 'less you meet the choir
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
We gon' stick 'em up
Mafia, mafia like Three 6 Mafia
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
We gon' stick 'em up
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Like Pac I hit 'em up
Morgan Grove, high tech, Actavis the O's
Qualitest we got the zip, shot with the Crips, we cracking dough
Cooking time, break down the dime, ghetto report card, honor roll
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
'Fore I ever rapped nigga, I was tryna trap nigga
'Fore I had a pack nigga, had a strap to jack niggas
I just want the money, nothing but blue hundreds