Project Pat - Aggravated Robbery lyrics

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
(Now that should be fun)

I'm psycho pathic, behind the trig-ga
I needed loot so, I had to rob ya
But faced it cause ya, a coward to me
I'd rather pop ya, before ya do me
Ya high cap-pin friend, flex-in in my hood
I'm out here star-vin, you liv-in real good
As long as I got, a tolI I stay paid
You keep sell-in dope
There's cheese to be made
Pull up on the track, niggas start to bail-in
I pulled out my gat
That's my dope y'all sell-in
So check yo end boy, break yo self on down
You got 10 dollars, that's more than I have
Could be Patta's thangs
Bet-ter than noth-ang
Even you broke fools, gone get me some-thang
Don't get your-self hurt
Slaught-ered like a hog
I'm out on these streets, crawl-in like a dog
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
(Now that should be fun)

Open ses-ame, the safe in the floor
What I told the clerk, at the cor-ner store
A mask on my face, for cam ras to see
A Glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me
Ya don't know the code, his eyes I see fear
Cause it's bout to get ugly up in here
The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass
Right off with his man-ager in the back
Ball-in off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck
Half-way down the street
Some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in Benzo with rims
Now im act-in like, I'm holler-in at them

Girls: Shit! Just leaving the
Club what's the business

And them rings, and that purse
All that mother-fucking shit around yo neck!
Bitch! Let me get this shit ho
Drop it all! Shut up bitch! Shut up bitch
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
(Now that should be fun)

Robbers we hang, in hoods where they clean
Jackin any-one, from preacher to fiend
Addicted to this, just like it was crack
You slip in the street, my toast to your back
I'm out on the late, while you on a date
Your bitch looking good, you clean so I hate
You take-in your time, to wine and to dine
But times on my side, so I'm gon' go hide
In bushes your house, pull up we jump out
With mask-is and gun
Then duct tape your mouth
The girl you was with, gave us the info
That you was a heavy nig-ga with dough
A kidnap could turn into a murd-a
Now where is the stash, 45 will serve ya
We take-in the loot, never think-in twice
Either it's the cheese, or either your life

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Stuck 'em down, Stuck 'em down
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
(Now that should be fun)