Lyrics Stickup / Target - P-Trill

Haha, oh, these niggas is ass
Nah, we 'bout to rob these niggas, haha (Yo, yo, Paul)
Oh my goodness, haha (Yo, we on them, Paul, yo, Paul we on 'em)
(We're on them, Paul!) I'ma tell them this, I'ma be like
Nah, nah, nah, haha

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don't hiccup, hiccup, don't get up, get up
You're makin' a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, ha
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don't hiccup, hiccup, don't get up, get up
You're makin' a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, bitch

Nigga, shut the fuck up, and stay down (Shut the fuck up)
This a robbery, lil' bitch, don't make sounds
No questions asked, not even a "hey" sound (Shhh)
So if you want me to chill, you better pay pounds
Better get to rememberin' I don't play 'round (Haha, I don't play)
Oh, this lil' nigga here wanna play 'round? (The fuck?)
As you were, it's your best bet to lay down
'Fore I let the shots go, no Sprayground (Boom, boom, boom)
When I say this, I ain't tryna be intricate
But fuck it, give us the loot, we want the triplets (Give me the loot)
I'll give birth to drama, make it infinite
But let's avoid all that, y'all look uninterested (Pussy)
My gang unlimited, y'all more used cargo (Used)
That's why we popped up here, not at Wells Fargo
And we'll beat the race, bitch, this breesh ain't bein' borrowed
Good looks, Chase, we just won the lotto

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don't hiccup, hiccup, don't get up, get up
You're makin' a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, ha
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
Better give up, give up, with your chin up, chin up
Don't hiccup, hiccup, don't get up, get up
You're makin' a nigga wanna fill the clip up, clip up, bitch

Walked to the tool, guess you don't fear me well
Talk tough with this tool to the head? Very well (You pussy)
I'd say I'm Natsu, but this shit ain't no Fairy Tail
They got fairy tales of Trill growin' a hairy tail (What?)
Want me to V down like that nigga Vegeta
Don't make reach into my trunks, 'cause I'll back out the heater
My bullets gon' teach you, ovation for how it sing
I bet it's hittin' every chord how I let it ring (Shhh)
Aww, you think I care? I don't, don't make a scene
Got rude out the face, now he's left on seen
I'm tryin' not to be mean, avoidin' tappin' your spleen
Back the .40 out my jeans to do away with your genes, nigga
Huh, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Done conversin' with you, time to hulk it out
Depart ties, apartheid once I part your eyes
Fucked up tryna be a hero, now time to die, bitch

(Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Stupid ass nigga (Yo, why you shootin' niggas up for?)
Yo, that's my fault
(Yo bro, we out in the whip, bro)
(We out, we out right now, bro) Aight

City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, lookin' so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic
City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, lookin' so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic

Like Pac, I'm a young poet tryna make a livin'
All eyes on me when I step into the buildin'
Scared as I stand, more observant when I'm sittin'
Does he know I make music, or is he gettin' to biddin'? I don't get it
Tryna applaud or get rid of him?
Analyzin' a youngin reminds me I ain't a simpleton
Deep down, we don't see eye-to-eye yet I'm a citizen
Assume I'm minimum and call my skin "cinnamon"
And my face menacin', I feel you, though
Maybe I had a bad day, I won't kill you, though
Maybe I got somethin' to say that'll heal you, bro
Now you takin' shots above the rim, I see the real you, yo damn

Why they all resort to shootin'?
Damn, I don't know why they accusin'
Damn, I don't know why they assumin'
But it's sad, we used to it

City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, lookin' so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic
City problems, we all go through it
Silly nonsense, all they show in music
Want us off the block, lookin' so useless
Think out the box, niggas' so cubic

I'm a target? But how if I'm just crossin' the street?
Loud with my bros like we sportin' some weed
Made sure to approach us, flossin' the speed
Then I asked, "Why you stoppin' us, is there somethin' to see?"
He replied with a smile, "We gon' be here for a while," he said
"Do y'all have ID, and know why we pledge?
To put away fuckin' niggers like you"
Hate in his blue eyes, but I know it's the truth
Hit flight on the last blue-eyed cop in my way
He giggles, and said, "Cinnamon" again in my face
You right, he's the last cop who said that last time
Who knew that question of mine would be my last line? (Blaow)

Why they all resort to shootin'?
Damn, I don't know why they accusin'
Damn, I don't know why they assumin'
But it's sad, we used to it

(Yo, yo Paul)
(You, you need to wake the fuck up, bro) Yo, yo, yo
Where we at? (We're in the fucking car, bro)
(How the fuck you fall asleep in the car, bro?) Oh shit
(Yo bro, get out the car) No, drive off
Drive off (Yo Jason, Jason, Jason, we out) (Skrrt)