Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Stick Ya Hands Up Lyrics
(feat. Abk)[Chorus:]Life in the city, is out of control(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)Life in the city, is out of control(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)[Blaze:]I catch'em while they sleeping, always on point,Never fall offKnown as a black hearse, who came to haul your ass offAll your talking, need to stopBefore I get stupid, and then let the mother*****in' gat popI got a rumor for you *****es, at the coreI strangle seven hoes, and I'm looking for a couple moreSo if you get in my way, we got beef, and I'm a gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp teethI'm a pit-bull without a muzzle, held down by the Psychopathic family (Family!)Checkmate mother*****er, this is Colton,Turn your body into dust where you standingDarkness is my weapon, and caution is advisedI'll spit some shit,And draw the blood clear up out your eyesGo on and stick your hands up, and empty your pocketsI'm leaving with our money, your rings, and your momma's life[Chorus:]Stick yo' hands up, this is a robberyStick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your moneyStick yo' hands up, you know that you done *****ed up cause!Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a thugLife in the city, is out of controlWhat you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low[Anybody Killa:]Raise'em up, let me see the blood rushWe only coming for the good shit, so give it upLife's a obstacle, and the object is,To get with it or just get dealt withSo put them *****es sky-high, you think they care if you die***** that tear in your eye (man why you crying)I ain't playing, do you see my homie smiling?Man, let me see the watch,Is this gold? Are these diamonds? (Cha-Ching)Dawg, give me all your shit (Give it up)And all rest of you, better sew them lipsActing like I'm playing a game,Who wants to be the first victim, to reveal they brainI suggest you keep them up, you heard what my homie said, ***** check nutsStick'em up, keep'em up, don't moveCause you *****ing with some killers for real (ooh)[Chorus:]Stick yo' hands up, this is a robberyStick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your moneyStick yo' hands up, you know that you done *****ed up cause!Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a thugLife in the city, is out of controlWhat you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low[Blaze:]Put your hands up, this is a mother*****ing stick-upDon't nobody move, or they gonna get they throat cutI'm low on fetty, and I got to get paidI want it all, so go on, and empty the safeMy homies in the lobby, hand on the 4-5Don't even think about running, you move and you dieWanna test me, no vest can protect theeAm I lying ABK?[Anybody Killa:]Man, I suggest we let them seePut your backs to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)Back again, drive-bys, gunshot woundsAnd if you ever doubt it, than you doomedDeath by us, cooperateSmartness is the key factor, to give your life a whole new chapter (real)Mister tough guys don't live long, cause I'm down to take them out with the chromeYou know what I mean?[Chorus:]Stick yo' hands up, this is a robberyStick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your moneyStick yo' hands up, you know that you done *****ed up cause!Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a thugLife in the city, is out of controlWhat you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low
