Текст песни Stick Ya Hands Up - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

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

I catch 'em while they sleepin' always on point
Never fall off
Known as a black hearse
Who came to haul your ass off
All your talking, need to stop
Before I get stupid
And then let the motherfuckin' gat pop
I got a rumor for you bitches, at the core
I strangle seven hoes
And I'm looking for a couple more
So if you get in my way, we got beef
An' I'ma gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp teeth
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle
Held down by the Psychopathic family (Family!)
Checkmate motherfucker, this is Colton
Turn your body into dust where you standin'
Darkness is my weapon, and caution is advised
I'll spit some shit
And draw the blood clear up out your eyes
Go on and stick your hands up, and empty your pockets
I'm leaving with our money, your rings, and your momma's life

Stick yo' hands up
This is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up
Come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up
You know that you done fucked up 'cuz!
Stick yo' hands up
Now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of control
What 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

Raise 'em up, let me see the blood rush
We only coming for the good shit, so give it up
Life's a obstacle, and the object is
To get with it or just get dealt with
So put them bitches sky-high, you think they care if you die
Fuck 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 lips
Acting like I'm playing a game
Who wants to be the first victim, to reveal they brain
I suggest you keep them up
You heard what my homie said, bitch check nuts
Stick 'em up, keep 'em up, don't move
Cause you fucking with some killers for real (ooh)

Stick yo' hands up
This is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up
Come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up
You know that you done fucked up 'cuz!
Stick yo' hands up
Now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of control
What 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

Put your hands up, this is a mutha' fuckin' stick-up
Don't nobody move, or they gonna get they throat cut
I'm low on fetty, and I got toget paid
I want it all, so go on, and empty the safe
My homies in the lobby, hand on the four-five
Don't even think about running, you move and you die
Wanna test me
No vest can protect thee
Am I lying ABK?

Man, I suggest we let them see
Put 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 wounds
And if you ever doubt it, than you doomed
Death by us, cooperate
Smartness 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 chrome
You know what I mean?

Stick yo' hands up
This is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up
Come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up
You know that you done fucked up 'cuz!
Stick yo' hands up
Now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of control
What 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