The Stick Up

[Verse 1] The tangible goods, that's all I'm interested in Bronsolini and I'm better than the best of them With the power vested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski The watch spin perpetually, time for compensation Babies need shoes, Bronson keep pounds of weed only three brews Long jackets, curly hair like I'm Hebrew Fabric with the green ink had 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 What about a 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 [Hook] Better have my money Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up Better have my money Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up [Verse 2] Yo, vicious chowder Asian bitches sniffin' powder Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour 992 is scripted on the balance Got talent, 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, hung 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 medley, mashing on the pedal, B Light on my complexion but I'm heavy on the celery [Hook]