Lyrics The Stick Up - Statik Selektah , Action Bronson
The
tangible
goods,
that's
all
I'm
interested
in
Bronsolini
and
I'm
better
than
the
best
of
them
With
the
power
invested
in
me,
'93
on
the
vest
with
the
ski
The
watch
spin
perpetually,
time
for
compensation
Babies
need
shoes,
Bronson
keep
pounds
of
weed
only
three
brews
Long
jackets,
curly
hair
like
I'm
Hebrew
Fabric
with
the
green
ink
had
been
the
root
of
evil
Gotta
get
it
on
the
late
night,
sun
rise
Ain't
never
trynna
see
the
look
of
sorrow
in
my
son's
eyes
What
about
a
refill
of
the
ganja
when
the
blunt
dies
New
Yorker
Mangold
see
me
playing
on
the
front
lines
Two
sixty
five
eight,
the
beard
gumbo
Three
pointers
in
the
park
for
a
clean
hundo
Cream
Caddies,
hookers
in
the
back
of
it
Spectacular
shit,
the
resume
immaculate
Better
have
my
money
Quit
the
bullshit,
it's
a
stick
up
Better
have
my
money
Quit
the
bullshit,
it's
a
stick
up
Yo,
vicious
chowder
Asian
bitches
sniffin'
powder
Bronsolene
catch
me
creepin'
at
the
sicko
hour
992
is
scripted
on
the
balance
Got
talent,
but
all
we
really
love
is
valence
Laid
in
the
palace
like
a
sultan
Polo
on
my
back
cover
the
Carhartt
king
And
that's
for
certain,
hung
like
a
curtain
Pussies
get
the
drapes
Motherfucker
know
you
in
the
Planet
of
the
Apes
shit
Dusty
bottles
from
a
cellar
in
a
foreign
land
Dr.
Lecter,
digging
in
your
sister's
rectum
Sweetbreads
and
capers,
Martusciello
to
evade
the
danger
But
I
really
wanna
taste
the
paper
Golden
bars
from
the
treasury,
spit
cleverly
I'll
leave
it
neverly,
lappin'
in
the
Beverly
Deadly
medley,
mashing
on
the
pedal,
B
Light
on
my
complexion
but
I'm
heavy
on
the
celery
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