Rili Dope – Lyrical Stick Up
Interlude:
I’m strapped 2 blast on em suckas,
Lyrical gat, may lay on em, knock em
Down, down, ma shit’s profound,
Get up on ya feet n get back like: ”Au!”
Fuck dat, it soundz like a chit-chat,
Back to da stick up! Stick up! Click-clack
Weak-ass stylez neva pass mine
Handz up, muthafuckaz, I’m on da grind!
Chorus:
Put up, put up, it’s a stick up, stick up!
Haterz duck- duck, but ma people big up!
Blodclotz, where ya at?
When I come around I pump slugz to ya head!
Put up, put up it’s a stick up, stick up!
Haterz duck-duck, but ma people big up!
Blodclotz, where ya at?
When I come around I pump slugz to ya head!
Verse 1:
No time to waste, feel da bass,
Rili Dee iz in da place makin’ da flava,
Tasty like pastry, hotter than hot pancakez,
Makin’ em flickz like in da muthafuckin’ matrix
It makes sense now you see me, now you don’t,
Cuz I’m fast like a muthafuckin’ lightnin’ wit ma flow!
Can you feel it? It’s just another stupid track,
Makin’ ya ass relax where ma party people at?
If you like it, feel up da cup
N you might get drunk as a fuck
Or get high n suck a fat blunt,
N start trippin’, run away or vomit da shit out!
Anyway, it’s a stick up, bitch,
N if you got a rhyme better than mine, c’mon, prove it
If you got a fat ass - better move it,
N if you wanna party hard - just do it!
Chorus
Verse 2
Get up, get down, cuz I spit raw,
N all da bitchez wanna get a picture,
Fell ma stitchez, ya wanna get em wit cha,
Take em to da kitchen n make a little mixture!
N drink it up to da bottom of da bottle, drop!
Feel da linez n da way I run em
All over sudden it’s tougher than Ben Ladden n
Next day you can wake up in da gutter, man!
“Oh no! What was dat shit?!”
Get da fuck out, man, ax no questionz!
Last night u had a little action,
Got cha head in da mosh pit n smashed it
Cuz Dopemen keep on playin’ 4 keepz,
N muthafuckaz keep on breakin’ all da bonez n da ribz!
Feel da lyrical stick up! Get up n pick up da shit you got,
N move yaself to da floor, bitch, shake ya butt
Chorus
Verse 3:
Dat goez to all ma
People workin’ 9 to 5, straight, sober,
Who sometimez gotta get over boredom
N try da life of da rock-n-rolla
Who sometimez wanna be a stick up kid,
Who’s lyricaly bustin’ out da shit n
Make da mic red hot, to kill
Everybody’s i-pod, but 4 real just..
Just a simple Joe neva mind, man, fuck dem haterz
None of dem muthafuckaz gonna be tolerated!
N we be goin up, up, till we make it,
Big up ma people, fakez cannot take it
Whereever u r, whoever u r in life,
You’re a party starter or money getter, tonight
You’re chillin’ wit Dopemen n drink till u pass out!
Feel dis shit n fuck being stressed out!
Bridge:
Put up, put up, it’s a stick up, stick up!
Haterz duck-duck, but ma people big up!
Blodclotz, where ya at?
When I come around I pump slugz to ya head!
Jump up, jump up, get down!
Jump up, jump up, get down!
Jump up, jump up, get down!
Jump up, jump up, get down!
It’s a stick up, stick up!
Get down!
It’s a stick up, stick up!
Get down!
It’s a stick up, stick up!
Get down!
It’s a stick up, stick up!
Get down!
