Текст песни Stick Up...Target (Intro to "Homecoming") - 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!)
Hahaha,
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
making
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
making
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
remembering
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
being
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
making
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
making
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
growing
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
hitting
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
trying
not
to
be
mean,
avoiding
tapping
your
spleen
Back
the
.40
out
my
jeans
to
do
away
with
your
genes,
nigga
Fuck
is
you
talking
'bout?
Done
conversing
with
you,
time
to
hulk
it
out
Depart
ties,
Apartheid
once
I
part
your
eyes
(Wait,
wait,
what
are
you
doing?)
Fucked
up
tryna
be
a
hero,
Now
time
to
die,
bitch
(What
are
you
doing?)
(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,
looking
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,
looking
so
useless
Think
out
the
box,
niggas
so
cubic
Like
Pac,
I'm
a
young
poet
tryna
make
a
living
All
eyes
on
me
when
I
step
into
the
building
Scared
as
I
stand,
more
observant
when
I'm
sitting
Does
he
know
I
make
music,
or
is
he
getting
to
bidding?
I
don't
get
it
Tryna
applaud
or
get
rid
of
him?
Analyzing
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
menacing
I
feel
you,
though
Maybe
I
had
a
bad
day,
I
won't
kill
you,
though
Maybe
I
got
something
to
say
that'll
heal
you,
bro
Now
you
taking
shots
above
the
rim,
I
see
the
real
you
(Yo,
damn)
Why
they
all
resort
to
shooting?
Damn,
I
don't
know
why
they
accusing
Damn,
I
don't
know
why
they
assuming
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,
looking
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,
looking
so
useless
Think
out
the
box,
niggas
so
cubic
I'ma
target,
but
how
if
I'm
just
crossing
the
street?
Loud
with
my
bros
like
we
sporting
some
weed
Made
sure
to
approach
us,
flossing
the
speed
Then
I
asked,
"Why
you
stopping
us,
is
there
something
to
see?"
He
replied
with
a
smile,
"We'll
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
shooting?
Damn,
I
don't
know
why
they
accusing
Damn,
I
don't
know
why
they
assuming
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)
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