The Notorious B.I.G., TROO-KULA , The Capital LS, Ol’ Dirty Bastard, 3rd Eye - Stickup lyrics

I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed uh
I get paid, you get slayed
We in this mothafucka for real
I get paid, you get slayed
Y'all know what time it is
I get paid, you get slayed
Everybody hit the motherfucking floor

Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed

I got gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break niggas
Snakes stabbin' snake i rock techniques
(Ah) , y'all freak the funky fly shit
3rd Eye shit


When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
A schizo
I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed
Then y'all bring all 2 of them
Sick motherfucker from the projects
I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable shit
You know? Them niggas from the ghetto, no
We don't be bullshitting
1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
Troop, you know my pedigree
You better be strapped
'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body
Biggie got the burner
TROO-KULA got the shotty
Niggas wanna step into my cycle
And I roll on the trifling, flow like
Living, backstabbing, crabbing
You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that
Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at
Let me get that, man, I'm with that
Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch
Now let me hit that
The night tripper, script flipper
Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
Look mom, I'm blowing up
Your little son is doing stickups

Yo, yo, fuck that
I'm here to bust up out a crack track
In fact, mack
I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
Think I'm a type of anthrax
Who needs ex lax? Jacks, car-jacks
Stick you for your Sugar Smacks
And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
Misfit's, lift the gun until the
Number one thump's done
Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky
Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky
Tugging on my dreadlocks
Swallowing the bed bugs
Gunshots around the mad blocks
(We funky niggas)
So don't try to check the dick
Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution
Chris the capital L to the freak the L
So open the hatch and let the juice spill

Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed

Here yee, have you heard of me, '93
Take a look-sie, you don't even know me
Well, I flip that shit like them
Racist niggas up in California
See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that
Fuck that, having that
I'm on a ill track, big raps, you want facts
Black is it time to get ill? Yo
I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your priest yo
My nigga West is kinda Schizo, I'm psycho
(yeah) leave us alone, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up
They wouldn't know it where's the funeral
Burial? I'm coming strapped
It's that nigga wanted throwing that
Nigga on his back i'm the gat toter
(Say what?) , body bloater (Say what?)
Hudson River (I heard) , nigga shipper

Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours
Because my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'm burn, I'm burning hot
Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
'Cause if I move too quick, hoe
Ya just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Niggas get up, act like a pig
Try to hog shit
That's why I take 'em out quick
The mic's done had it
You can suck my motherfucking dick
If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot because you're
Knock, knock, knock, who's there?
Another motherfucking heart rock
Slacking on your macking cause
Raw's what you lack
Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back

Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed

Let me begin, the 357's to your abdomen
Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission
I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels
You know the rules, nigga
Throw ya face down in the river
Cement shoes, I do bruise
Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
Two all-beef patties, special sauce
Who's the boss? I got the gun and make
You "Jump" like Kriss Kross
And when I squeeze, nigga please