[Intro: 3rd Eye]
We in this motherfucker for real
Know what I'm saying?
Check it, check it
[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
[Verse 1: 3rd Eye]
I pack gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break, make a snake stab a snake
I rock techniques, 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, they don't be bullshitting
1993, we coming harder
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[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
[Verse 2: TROO-KULA]
Ayo, 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
Yo, 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
When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped
It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
I'm the gat
[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yes, love, I love your fuckin' attitude
When a nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Mom duke ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
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
Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
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