[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
{*church bell ringing*}
Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit
Sneak up on him right, feel me?
Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga
I got everything, youknowImean?
They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches
Let's go
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts
I mean shirts, take your hoodies off, jackets and watches
Before you put your hands on the wall, empty your pockets
Fix your face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook
The fuck is that sticking out from under your foot?
Move, turn your head around, nigga, you better not look
Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, rattle your bones
You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the chrome
In the dark, yo, I do this alone
That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly
Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me
'Cause if we shoot it out, 'cause if I die tonight you coming with me
Bitch-ass nigga, eat through your chest like some fucking whiskey
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
Boy! Gut him like a pig in the dark
Or auction off your bitch body parts
Boy! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices
Throw your head in vicegrips (yeah)
Boy! Or stick a hot blade through his heart
Get to sticking niggas for the right prices
Boy! Yeah, this is priceless,.get 'em!
[Verse 2: Sun God]
Ayo, I post up, packed the shotti
Black mags in lobbies, with red dots to detach the body
If you a boss, why your cash is sloppy?
This a Staten Island burglar gang, ak, not no Ave. could stop me
I'm on the road, not no massive robbery
When it come to that dough, it overflow like paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggas passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind them
My black glove, black mask, requirements
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den
That .44 mag'll twist your aves and the cav you flying in
We hoppin' out cabs like Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggas leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty 'cause my staff is hiring
Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
Boy! Gut him like a pig in the dark
Or auction off your bitch body parts
Boy! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices
Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah)
Boy! Or stick a hot blade through his heart
Get to sticking niggas for the right prices
Boy! Yeah, this is priceless.. get 'em!
[Verse 3: Trife Da God]
Ayo, we carry arms like an octopus
Shorty's strapped with the MAC inside her pocket book, blowing all lots of kush
Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks
Just throw your hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes
Rip off the pockets out his Trues, make sure he come out his jewels
I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to move
If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll body bag him
Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had him
Bragging, jumped in the wagon, laughing
We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen
With stones so we decide to yapp him
I put the tool in his mouth, said, "You don't want the action
These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin' aspirin!"
Bean, blast 'em, Homo' get his girl for his cash and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!)
